At the end of an abandoned lane (that used to be part of Joe's Run Road, years ago)
There is a small, rusted-roof, rough-hewn building....
It was the scale house. Inside were scales to weigh cattle on their way to market.
The scale house is almost invisible now, covered by brush and vines. No one needs to use it anymore, but in its day it was how farmers knew how to price their animals. Or so I've been told.
Another part of the past, fading into the landscape.