Here’s a cold one on me []. Well of course it’s in a can! What, did you think I was going to hump a bunch of glass bottles all the way over to your comment? Sheesh. :cool:

I read you five by five, P! Most of my family lives in the Queen City about 30 miles SE of here(no smog here!), and EVERY weekend, we have someone up. That reads like a complaint, but it isn’t. On five acres, we can play any sport we want, dune buggies, grilling, bon fires, camping out, you name it! Also, we live on a hill so the sunsets are GREAT! I try to take at least one picture a week of them. I send them to my mom and shes like, “We have the same thing here.” I text back, “Yeah, but what about the buildings in the way!”

Talk about the sticks:
In ’94, I moved from the city to the Jackson Purchase area of Kentucky. This is the most western corner of the state that is so far out there that when Jefferson made the Louisiana Purchase, they forgot this little piece of land just west of the Cumberland and Tennessee Rivers and just east of the Mississippi. Andrew Jackson had to buy it, hence the name. I lived about 30 miles from Podunk!( Yes, it is a real place; No, I do NOT advise going there unless you need corn whiskey or something to smoke!) :mrgreen:
Anyway, I lived down there for about a year, ughhh, getting to know the (female) population. Then I went whole hog, got married, bought a farm, got pregnant, and got livestock. I also got Carrhart overalls and a Leatherman, which is really all you need for day-to-day operation of a farm.
We burned our own trash, killed our own food, had a well, and I cleared pasture for the wood burning stove! We had TVA electricity and a phone line and that was IT! That was a pretty big jump for this old city boy and, man, do I have some stories!(Also had a 2 1/2 car garage with a fridge, stove and a bathroom. Once I got my drums in there, it quickly became “The Party Shack!” Good Times and more stories :twisted: )

BTW, there is nothing quite like working cattle in zero degrees at dawn and looking at that smoke rising out of the chimney. Knowing you cut and split EVERY piece and your wife and baby are warm because of it; man, that is a feeling I’ll never forget! Completeness :smile:

Sorry for the long post! Memory Lane and all of that… :neutral:

Hey, just because nobody strung a cable to your house doesn’t mean you’re underpriviledged. You have a phone line, at least. I keep my land line also, it’s the only service that still works during windstorms and power outages.

There are some definite perks to living in the sticks. No matter where you live there’ll be some drawbacks, but out in the boonies there’s a kind of peace you just don’t find closer to the city. I like it.