Two decades ago I discovered a roll of rusting barbed wire on Eighty Acres. I have taken numerous photos of this roll of wire, but none captured it's beauty, power, and purpose as does the solitary rusting barb shown above. What stories does this wire hold? What was the person's name who rolled the wire? Did the sharp barbs cut through cloth gloves causing fingers to bleed? Did the person curse? I guess I'll never know. It's just one more. Eighty Acres' secret.