The end of the road

I went out for a roll today, around town then back into the residential area on the hill where I'm staying and then into a whole other world. Up on the hill it's windy and you can hear traffic and kids playing but if you take the opening between two houses on the last street at the back of the hill your surroundings almost instantly transform from urban to forest. After skidding down a washed out path I came upon the creek at the bottom of the coulee. Alongside the creek runs a winding trail through the trees. At the end of that trail is a bridge over a gravel road and at the end of the gravel road is what you see in the picture, which was taken looking back down the road. It was beautiful there, quiet enough to hear the birds and hardly any wind. There is a reason for the road though, directly to my right a just out of the frame stands a dream home.