I remember how these used to squeal when pushing the big barn doors open when I was a kid in Michigan.
A long gone gate left behind an iron hinge. One can just imagine the day it was pounded into a newly-hewn timber on what was to be a productive family farm visited one September day by an incredible calamity.
Where tractor parts are found in the nooks and crannies of a 20th century farm, the detritus of horse culture still form the sculpture of Antietam's farmscape.
There's always so much to discover at your National Park.
Ranger Mannie
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