The small field was bordered by a woven wire fence on the south and two creeks, one running from south to north on the east side and the other streaming from the south on the west side eventually turning east and merging with the other creek.
Despite the fact that the land was foraged by cows and goats at times, it also was a place to explore and to find a shady place to play quietly by herself among the roots of cottonwood trees and the varieties of mosses covering rocks along the bank of the agate-filled creek.
There were plants to avoid, like poison oak, which caused delayed itching, inflammation and eyes swollen shut, and stinging nettles which brought an "Ouch" and an immediate reaction of welts that could last for several days.
Pokes on bare arms and legs were often felt from accidentally touching the pointed edges of Oregon grape leaves, the barbs on wild blackberry vines, the sharp tips of rush plants and the thorns of elm trees.
Garter snakes, an occasional trout, mussels, water skippers and even a river otter were creatures to observe, but she sometimes was able to entice a crawdad to grab hold of a small tree branch and bring it in from the depths of the creek if she moved slowly and quietly.
Although she was now often seen moving at a quiet unhurried pace, so much is different about the place of her childhood memories, it having been transformed into a park-like setting after the uncapping of the spring near the north side of the field turning the land into a beautiful pond.