The views on our property were breathtaking; hundreds of thick, dense cedar pine trees covered our land. At the edge of the wood, an incredible view overlooked the wide expanse of the Missouri River. We had a problem, however. While we relished in the privacy the wood offered, it served as an impediment to our little piece of the Missouri River. We decided, then, that a trail was needed on our property. With a little blood, sweat, and a few re-sharpening’s of my hand axe, I eventually cut a trail to our view. And what is a trail without a name?