I can not remember the first stone wall I encountered, but I am sure it was in Georgia. These walls were a constant reminder that man has been here for a long time, farming, ranching, and cutting a little nitch from the forrest to build a life. Some of these walls are long, and tall, while most are ruins. Alot are in the middle of the forrest, with little other evidence of man's once meager exsistance, and the trees and under growth taking back what was once theres. The wall cotinued all the way into New Hampshire, where farming and ranching was once a worthy way to make a living.