Rolling hills cover this vast land with clumps of trees for privacy. The hills span from tiny little molehills to vast hills where nothing is kept a secret. The grass in places is at least knee high. The clumps of trees are tall and reach to the sky everyday. They are so heavily clumped together that it is private enough. During the fall it is a mass of beautiful colors but during the winter no one is allowed here because of the dangers of ice on the slopes. Here equines come to breed because it is a very private spot.
