Today I learned how to crawl over the snowdrift to the antique fire truck in the other yard and drag its wooden ladder to the house and crawl up on the roof and unblock the pipe that gets covered with snow and makes the furnace go off.
If I had been one of the Brave Pioneers crossing the prairie, when we got to this area, I would have definitely said “I don’t care about the crummy black dirt, this place is just wrong, let’s not stop here”.