My curiosity peaked, what had become of this site?
I decided to drive out to take a look now that twelve years had passed since that day when Nancy Fowler had spoken to the 100,000 on-lookers.
What would I find? Who would I find? These thoughts came up as I pulled over and stopped next to the front gate that lead up a long dirt road.
Assessing my situation, I reflected on the fact that I had traveled here alone.
Should I enter these grounds?
Almost before I realize it, adrenaline started pumping through my body.
Instinctively my five senses had gone into high alert.
As I started driving up this dirt road my sense of sight helped me re-establish my bearings.
Opening the door of my van, a gentle breeze crossed my face.
Before getting out, I listen hard for any sounds that could help. The leaves in the trees that surrounded the grounds rustled in the breeze and then I could distinguish a great variety of birds sounding off.
Suddenly I realized how dry my mouth had become.
Tentatively, I stepped out, feeling like a thief in the night. What would I find now that I had re-discover the location of "The Farm?"
My sense of smell gave the first indication...
