There is a stream across the road and when we walk down the road, I can hear it gurgling. I love that sound. Most of the time all I hear outside is the stream and the birds.
A little ways down the road, the road crosses the stream. There is a bridge, a wooden bridge if you can believe that, but apparently it's not safe for cars anymore and so it's blocked off. You can walk across it, though. Isaac wants to swim in that creek.
That's the view from the bridge.
Isaac likes walking in the tall weeds in the ditch on the side of the road. The weeds are almost as tall as he is.