Follow that right-hand fork, below, and in about five miles (and three more "intersections") you will get to my place. This is the mail route and, except for me and the neighbor, the mail-carrier is the only one that uses it. It's a better 4WD road than it looks and there is only one really bad sand wash on it.
I get mail three times a week, weather permitting, and the carrier is really good. The longest I've ever gone without mail in the winter is ten days. In the winter he takes the long way around as the county no longer plows these little-used roads.
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Oh! That picture made me take a deep breath and relax. Wonderful!
Might I have permission to "snag" it and use it as my desktop background?
Yes, indeed you may.
Wow- by me that would count only as a path, let alone a road! I am envious of your solitude.
You get mail service out at your place? That's amazing. Here, if you live too far back down a possum trail (like me) you have to put up a box on the nearest county road, and they leave your mail in it. My mail box is miles from my house.
Yep. My mail box (an old nail keg) is out by the auto-gate. About a 70-yard walk. And— the mailman will also bring out a few groceries or emergency supplies if I give him a call or leave a phone message at the post office. Just try THAT back east!
Hi Rio,
I really enjoy reading about your life in the American outback. Keep up the good work.
Also, great photos. I love this one.
Thanks, Steve, for the kind words.
I guess part of my motivation to do this blog is to make sure that some folks at least know that there are "non-urban" Americans out there... somewhere. My little contribution to a reputedly dead life-style.
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