Sure, it requires a few guts to go detouring on the spur of the moment in such remote and decidedly unpaved parts, particularly after this morning's hard rain, but those are guts that I've got. The guts I do not have, however, are the ones needed to go rooting around in the abandoned mineshaft that awaited at the end of that road.
Hidden treasure or not, a man must be secure in knowing his limits. You probably can't see it in the close-up below, but the sign doesn't warn of mere "danger," but "extreme danger." Good enough for me.
Hell of a backyard out here though.