This isn’t long, it’s short and tart, and my pillow is calling my name. I didn’t celebrate anything today…for one thing, I don’t think those of us who live in the U.S. are free. But that’s another story. There’s a fire burning as I write, up in the Spring Mountains, and it’s devastating, destroying the mountains and the wildlife and who knows if people who reside in those areas will even have a home to return to.
I have a few pictures to post when I get back here later…yes…I’ll be here. Right now I’m off to sleep, it’s been one long-assed, bitch of a day. Oh yeah, and did I forget to mention that the temperatures have been off the charts for the last week? It’s so fucking hot you can’t breathe outside. G’nite.
Word Press hasn’t a candle beside Googles Reader. This latest post of yours was beneath twenty some other (most of which I’d already read). I can’t seem to get the idea of how often WP’s spider crawls the web.
In some respects I cannot relate to the folks that build without water in a high desert area. They know the pines and juniper are slow moving for lack of mositure. Grump. Do feel rather strongly over good view vista’s, but darn not to build a house in dry timber.
Hey Ten Mile,
I can’t keep up with life right now, let alone Google’s Reader. At least you know what the skinny is.
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Years ago my sis and I talked about buying a piece of property up in the woods – like northern Idaho or northwestern Montana until we drove right through the middle of the remnants of a forest fire when we were heading to the family reunion – St. Regis MT – and saw everything still smoldering and burned out right to the edge of the highway and some houses that survived the fire but got it stopped about 20 feet from their sheds and houses. That was it for me. I gave up the idea of ever living in the woods…too risky.
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That fire (so the authorities figured) was started by a truck that had a chain flapping and dragging, hitting the pavement, and it started a whole string of fires that melded into one big one.