This is my second post of the day, and the one I meant to write for the last few days, but I had an unexpected guest last night who side-tracked me. (See below)
This is going to be short.
No, the picture above is not Stonehenge, but it is or was our very own Woodhenge, and just like the ancients of old who we do not understand why would move a bunch of heavy rocks into an odd formation, we do not understand why we sunk so many railroad ties into this odd formation.
However, unlike Stonehenge, we connected the dots and formed them into something more useful than worshipping at--stall runs.
Though, because of the cost, we do plan to worship there occasionally.
We can figure out the mysteries of life in its presence--why was this magical white horse sent to us in the dark of night, and why would anyone spend so much money and hard work on such a monstrosity???
Kidding aside, it does look pretty good now that it's done, and it did manage to keep our special herd in last night during all the mayhem of the magical, white, run-away horse at 1:00 am.
It did its job. It did its job well.