The Sign in my Backyard
Just before I moved from Commiefornia a young lady moved into the rental house across the street from us. She got into woodworking and would always be out in her garage, wood chips pilled up everywhere, working away in the norcal heat - all that loud noise going on. It didn't hurt that she addressed the heat by working in daisy dukes and a bikini top...but I digress. She made a couple things for me and one was a small sign that reads "Galt's Gulch". I went out at sunup this morning and took a picture of it at the base of my back fence. We have a nice view of the Truckee Meadows and a look past this sign at it. Gives me a nice feeling...different than the feeling of seeing that young lady... more lasting.
We are all mountain people today!
And I latched onto Truckee, which is not far from her... Nice...
While being Gen Z. She's read Rand, and is mostly libertarian. Already bought her first house... (even she calls it her first house... as I believe mindset is everything).
As you celebrate Thanksgiving... Be thankful for your little piece of the Gulch!
I wanted to move to a more rural setting, but ended up in a subdivision closer to the grandkid [at the wife's insistence]. sigh ...
We're beginning to entertain a crazy plan of selling the whole works, ponies and all, to someone who relishes the idea of providing pony rides to kids. No, we don't know where we would go. Geezer Gulch, maybe?