The US Census Bureau has the exact spot mapped out with latitude and longitude down to six decimal places, but the locals are rather vague about what that means in reality.

Anyways, as they say round here, it seems to be a couple of miles east of town, along a gravel road, in a bit of scrubland belonging to Jeff Harris, who works as a glazier over in St Louis these days. And before long, if no one bothers to run cattle there, it will revert to oak wood.