The World is our Backyard
Chatting over the fence in our neighborhood isn’t an option. If we want to talk with one of our neighbors in their backyards, it has to be done by water.
A couple of weeks ago, we did just that, pulling our fishing boat up to our neighbor’s dock early on a Sunday morning. She was out enjoying the beauty of a calm, quiet morning (until we roared up!)
Our backyard neighbors here aren’t sitting on top of each other here either. We’ve learned neighbors here could mean 2 miles up our dirt road onto the blacktop, or 6 miles away over by the fire department.
These particular neighbors are up the mountain a little, around the bend, and back down the other side of the mountain. Although facing a different cove, part of their backyard, as is ours, are the waterways of Bull Shoals Lake.
