My nearest neighbor to the west has a lot that's about 1/2 mile deep, just like mine, with a hill on the front, a hill on the back, and a valley with a stream running through it about 1/4 mile away from the road. Yesterday he went for a walk on his property, got "turned around", and was lost in the woods for over 3 hours, until he hit Route 201 several miles away, and his nephew just happened to be driving by and recognized him. Until he retired, he was a life-long resident of Massachusetts, and he is absolutely helpless in the woods. How can you not know that after you have crossed the stream, you have to turn back downhill cross the stream again and go back uphill to get home? He gardens, and when I told him that a friend of mine was selling 14-yard truck-loads of rotted manure, he said "manure is weedy". Then, he was landscaping his back yard and I told him that my friend would sell 14-yard loads of unscreened loam for $140, he said that he didn't want to have to rake out any roots and sticks. After our other nearest neighbor bought loads of each, he decided that my friend's deals on loam and manure were pretty darned good, after all. What a maroon! Go to a garden shop and buy the stuff by the bag at 10x the price (at least) for inferior products vs giving a local businessman a shot? Home Depot and other big-box stores rely on the tenderfoot market to keep them in business.