I have a project running with my truck driving sis. It’s taking up a bit of my time right now and of course the reward will be some land and a permanent home for the coach. I’ve been ‘over the hump to Pahrump’ three times this last week. Almost all of the places in Pahrump are modulars on an acre +…not all, but most. Looking at a lot of the places really slaps me with the reality of why the term ‘trailer trash’ came about. Holy SHIT! Talk about trash and trashy…they are all out there.

Pahrump is a thriving little community with a Super Walmart…doncha know that a place isn’t even on the map if it doesn’t have a Walmart? A Home Depot is going in, there are several small casinos/hotels/eateries/bars, an adult store, Smiths and Albertsons, a Walgreens…hell…just about everything anyone could want.

I believe the wind blows equally as much out there as it does in Vegas. After cruising around and looking at places, this one is my pick for value/price/land. The lot behind the house has plenty of nice desert looking cover – like the trees in this picture, and it already has RV hook-up on it in the back. Woo Hoo. Why do I need a house and the coach? None of your damn business. Maybe for poker parties that I throw after I meet all my neighbors…woops…I make it a point not to get to know my neighbors. But if they play poker it might help grow a relationship. All speculation at this point. I still plan on making road trips from time to time and this would also be perfect for me because I don’t have to be concerned about paying someone else’s lot rent if I’m out on the road for five or six weeks.

While looking at places – and thinking about the fact that it is kind of an investor’s dream in the real estate market right now, there were a few that I thought would be nice to pick up and then do a little work on and turn them as an investment. There were a few others that I figured the best option would be to just doze them under…not even build a big bonfire first because there might be something dreadfully noxious that would get caught up in the wind and send mayhem and death on an unsuspecting city.

One of the unburnables had another double wide parked on it (two total – one for living) that claimed to be used only for storage…nice big over an acre lot for property…but the only thing the additional double wide stored was pigeons and bird shit. The windows were knocked out, birds were squawking in and out the windows and pacing the roof of the place. The neighbors on one side had more junked cars than an actual junkyard and the neighbors behind had pigs (true story) and a bunch of old car bodies.

Another burnable came with it’s own shower buddy. Need some feet on your shoulders after a hard day of work? I kid you not, this thing was almost as long as my hand. I would have laid a $1 bill down beside it for a measuring aid except I would never have touched the bill again and would have left it…yeah…I need all the $$ I can get because I’m looking at property. It’s sick when you see something like this because then your brain jumps into overload and you start wondering if they are all over the dark brown carpet and attaching to your shoes. Or maybe they are in the doorways and falling off onto your shoulder. Even if I liked the house before that, I hated it after I saw this thing. My realtor was kind of freaked out by it. I actually dragged him in and said, “Look!” The house felt moist – even though it was empty – and the shower had a steady drip…drip…drip thing going.

In the meantime, the wind is blowing in Vegas as usual. Hate it!