I spent the first 22 years of my life as a suburbanite and
the next 10 as an urbanite. And now…I’ve gone country! As in, a town of 500
people in a county of 15,000. As in, only 1 stop light for the entire county,
located at the cross roads of the two-block by two-block “downtown” area. As
in, the closest major airport is almost three hours away. As in, country
accents, country music, and country dancing. And then there are the wilder
country inhabitants –mountains full of trees as far as the eye can see, abundant
water flowing freely, and the sounds of insects and birds all day and night.
Deer, groundhogs, frogs, lizards, hawks, ravens, and skunks have all crossed my
path, and of course there are the domesticated creatures as well - cows, bison,
horses, chickens, donkeys, pigs, goats and many more.
Not only have I gone country, I’ve gone cuuuuhntry.
As in, no plumbing, but “running water” flowing constantly from the kitchen sink as our spring stops by the house on its way down to the creek.
As in, a two-hole outhouse...
covered in green velour.
As in, a house built with logs and a stacked rock foundation
- where the floor joists still have the bark on them.
As in, a goat shed, meat curing shed,
among many other out buildings.
