In the back roads in and around the Hesterville and Carmack communities runs a little creek, really just a little stream called Zilpher Creek. All the trees and brambles have grown up on each side as far as the little bit of water moves over the rocks covered in green moss and the sticks and skeletons of long-dead small wood animals.
During my earlier years, growing up and staying some of the summer with my grandmother, our telephone or communication device was feet. If they needed help from a neighbor, my granddaddy would just walk to his house and tell them. If time was allotted, then a postcard would do the trick.