Turn off Price Road onto Cephas Smith and the present tense starts to fade. Half a mile of old county road, then a recorded easement through sawtooth oak grove and a corn field, and you are on the ridgetop — no highway, no signal worth chasing, no reason to look at a screen. It feels like a quieter century, the kind folks talk about at the cracker barrel and almost never find. The talk around here is that shiners once ran stills in these woods. That cannot be proven. What can is why the story stuck: the place is remote, the cover is thick, and a clean, cold tributary of Tilton Creek still runs through it. Those are the same reasons deer and turkey use it now, and why a man can walk it all afternoon without hearing a truck. An 8.8-acre native-grass field sits as a blank slate if you want a plot or a mast orchard. The rest is pine money, older oak, and a hunting woods that does not all look the same. Off the road. On a live creek. Ground that still makes sense without the internet.
Listing courtesy of Forest Pro LLC.