Well, they say this all used to be farmland. Today Finn found more evidence. We've found a rusted bucket, oil can spout, a few hand tools, a rusted shovel head, and now this:
He was running through the woods, tripped and stopped short. He wasn't stuck, and didn't get hurt, but was quite perplexed. When I caught up with him, he was sniffing a small section of this fence that was protruding from years of dirt and growth. I pulled it and the fence revealed itself for about twenty feet in both directions. Another pull unearthed more. Here is a pile of it.
Here is an artsy picture of part of the pile.
Here is some of it cut up and piled in a wheel barrow.
Other things happened at the cabin this weekend, like rest and relaxation mixed with a bit of leaf raking, but the fence gets your attention.