The wooded corridor thickens as Allen's canopy closes overhead, and the stone foundation work seen moments ago gives way to a quieter confidence in the landscaping — mature hardwoods standing like sentinels along a property line that feels less like a boundary and more like a declaration. Here the estate settles into its acreage with the unhurried authority that Allen's old-growth parcels demand, where every setback and sight line has been calibrated to frame the rolling terrain beyond. The timber elements carry forward but soften against cedar shake and copper flashing that has aged to a patina only decades of Kentucky weather can produce. There is a rhythm building in the approach now, one that pulls the eye toward alpena's ridgeline rising