Down the Hill, or how much do I love my animals?

Our property gradually slopes from the front to the back. From the street it looks like a two-story house. This is our house from the street.  That second floor add-on is our room.

With the exception of our bedroom, the house is on one level, but you have to go down a flight of stairs to get to the backyard and pool.  Here's from the back deck towards the pool. (don't mind the goats in the way)

Then there's this set of stairs from the backyard to "down the hill."

Sometimes you go DOWN the stairs and sometimes you go UP.  But there are always, always stairs.

You don't always have to use the same steps, because we have others.  We have these -

and these

and these

but no matter how you go, you have to use steps to go "down the hill"

Then once you're down whatever steps you choose, you can start "down the hill."  When you're halfway down (at the barn itself) and look up this is how it looks.  See the windows in the house?  That's our bedroom window.

Here I am standing at the barn. Our property goes all the the way to that rock pile.

oops, that  rock pile...

Now you can see it.  We have just over an acre and a half, which is HUGE by California standards, but's only about 120-130 feet wide.

So what I'm saying is that every day, every single day, more than one time a day, I go "down the hill."  It's three flights of stairs to get to start "down the hill."  I go when it's raining, dark, all of that.