Needle in a Haystack Christmas Lights

Last weekend after feasting on appetizers at my running club's annual Christmas party, we decided to track down the hidden Christmas lights.

Why are they 'hidden'?

Well, these lights are way down the backroads.

When I say backroads, I mean backroads.

Hairpin turns.

Winding, stomach churning hills and turns.

And every year when we make the drive, we always wonder, "Are we on the right road?"

and furthermore, "How did we even find this place anyhow?"

Tracking the place down is like finding a needle in a haystack.

But finally, a distant gleaming glow in the distance

and we approach:

This guy has transformed the hills, the woods, and the fields of his land into a lights extravaganza: 

It's truly fantastic, and such a shame that it's in the middle of nowhere and missed by the masses: 

But for us, it keeps us coming back, year after year.

It's only a few miles from us, but it feels like an epic adventure each year trying to find the hidden lights.