Rural/Farm Life

I conclude that people move here mainly to get away from other people. I don't visit and knock on doors because everyone is armed.

When I moved here, I thought that old friends would visit because I have a spectacular view and can get them into Yosemite for free with my senior and veteran's passes. I just have to be in the same vehicle.

Ten years is a long time to wait.

So, I can't say that it's country folks who want to avoid people; it seems to be everyone. That's our sick culture. Friends I have who are 50 miles away (and a bus ride, at that), stay put.

It's like town and country are two distant universes apart.

I may yet find a way to enjoy the glorious sunrises and sunsets and still have the company of friends. I do visit those nearby towns about once a week. It's not that hard, except when the roads (both of them) are foggy, which happens.

Life should be a mixture of experiences, not a monotony or hermitage. Growing up in the Boston area, our summer vacation trips to the distant lands of New Hampshire or (gasp) even Maine, were exciting for a kid.

But most of the time was at home, watching an endless parade of jets descending to Logan airport. Now, they are at 30,000 ft (can hear them most of the time) headed for the big right or left turn at Hanford, and making contrails that criss-cross my cloud photos.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.