MossRoad, you are a very lucky person. In the normal distribution of things, I have had terrible luck with neighbors. At best, I would say we are indifferent to three of them. Friendly, but not on close terms. The other five, all hate each-other even though none of our houses are close enough to each other to be a factor - though my direct neighbor is a fanatic about leaf blowing his driveway, and runs his insanely loud leaf blower for 6 hours every day in the fall, as he is doing right now, messing up a perfect fall day with this annoying back ground noise. And we have learned to never get involved with their squabbles or enjoin in some sort of alliance with any particular one.
I started out with the fantasy that rural neighbors, of course, would have a cohesive shared, "live and let live," attitude. This for us, didn't turn out to be the case. There is no sense of a shared community and everyone is out to maximize their own self interest. One neighbor, invites all his friends up the hill to spend two weekend days of target practice. Another has made what I have to call an ad-hock country club. In the summer there are 25 cars a day up and down the road of teenagers to use his Olympic sized pool that he has to run water trucks up, cause our wells are not very good. Another started a pot farm with seven perpetually stoned, budders, employees that are always getting stuck in the ditches, blocking the road and also runs propane, and port-a-pot trucks once a week. And another is a slum lord, with two rentals, and every few year, I get the police at my place, the driveways ARE confusing and the police are lost, at 2 Am, to serve an arrest warrant for some one I don't know. And they have guns at the ready, even though they are at the wrong place at 2 Am. A gate is in order. I still love living here, yet the honeymoon is over.