Especially HERE. I keep reading about the big parking lot called I-5. And Snoqualmie and Stevens.Don't move here...?
Unfortunately, the Palmer fire is burning in some very pretty country. I am sad about that.
Especially HERE. I keep reading about the big parking lot called I-5. And Snoqualmie and Stevens.Don't move here...?
Oh Seattle isn't so bad besides the traffic being completely insane.Not to worry either. I don’t know where here is. I can point to the state on the map but that’s it. Only here about Seattle on the news - nothing said there would make me want to even visit. Sorry.
Ron
She's talking about Yuppies, they are lucky if they can make it out with whatever bare necessities they bought at REI let alone a shovel to deal with their messes. They can walk because walking lets them wear what ever athleticausual garbage is in fashion today, but damned if they could do anything with their arms outside of 24oz double chi, vanilla, mocha, half caf, half decaf with organic soy milk, and a shot of strawberry flavor, colored sprinkles and extra whip.... oh and a pup cup... welcome to Seattle... we talk like coke head surfers BTW yeahdudehuhuhbitchinwannaseeashownocoollatermybruh....
She's talking about Yuppies, they are lucky if they can make it out with whatever bare necessities they bought at REI let alone a shovel to deal with their messes. They can walk because walking lets them wear what ever athleticausual garbage is in fashion today, but damned if they could do anything with their arms outside of 24oz double chi, vanilla, mocha, half caf, half decaf with organic soy milk, and a shot of strawberry flavor, colored sprinkles and extra whip.... oh and a pup cup... welcome to Seattle... we talk like coke head surfers BTW yeahdudehuhuhbitchinwannaseeashownocoollatermybruh....
Yeah... I'm literally a stones throw from designated wilderness, and the are finishing up a 450? home development on the other side of town, been a whole lotta new faces in town... Theres really only 2.5 bars in town, the Spar tree (not for loggers but hipsters that want to be loggers) the mexican reastaraunt which is awesome btw, and the "franchise Steak House" where the rednecks and "bikers" hang out. Theres been more then a few scraps lately, and we haven't had a rough winter for a couple years... so things should get interesting since they predict a rough one this yearI keep forgetting that when I’m in the brush I usually have somebody next to me that has something I can dig a hole with.
I still don’t get the athletic shoe thing in the woods, on or off a trail. But I can do stuff with my arms too. Maybe it’s a not-from-the-city thing? I dunno, I wear my Frank’s most of the time and people from the city call them “platform shoes for men.” Of course, these are the same people who can’t fathom how someone would wear long pants on a 90 degree day with 70% humidity, either.
It seems like we have a lot of yuppies moving up I-71 out of Louisville into my area, and then they complain about how there’s no Heine Brothers or Starbucks around in a no-light town. I can’t claim to have mountains but god damn people need to stop moving here. I think it not just be a Washington thing...
The crap thing is these jerks are paying 1/2 million for a cracker box house on 1/4 acre with zero parking...
making raw land prices absolutely ridiculous for a guy like me
We got our just before the burst, but got it cheap, cause the original realtor had an anyrism (sp?) and died...Makes no sense to me. Here we’re more like 350 for a half-acre with a house that covers way too much of the lot. That said, I think just about everything except seafood is less expensive where I am. Going a little closer to the city and it’s into what you’re describing. The whole area I live used to be farms and it’s rapidly turning into subdivisions.
Most new shops and yards are being built in the county south of us or in a patch of undeveloped ground in the “metro” (county housing the city) that’s steep & bumpy with half of it in a flood plain, making grading it and site hydrology really, really hard. Did I mention that it’s stuck between a big limestone quarry, an interstate and an existing industrial park? These lots are so messed up even I don’t bid site work, and my reputation has been built on “big, deep, heavy & f*cked up” work no one else will try.
I got lucky to get into mine right after the housing bubble burst, ground was cheap and most building constructors were way hard up for work.
yeah, that will lead to cheap housing in the cities, making rural areas less desirable again... vicious circleNot sure about that, but I might buy something more if the price was right. I get the feeling that there won't be a bubble burst because so many people who have bought are able to work from home. In fact, there was a report that the housing market in little towns, like I live in, was hot right now because of Covid in the cities and people wanting more room for less money. This is because they can work remotely also. They now need room for an office, room to teach their brats, etc. and can get that in little towns.
The renters and landlords are the ones who are going to get into trouble. Not going to be pretty.
its "progress" and its unavoidable but I don't have to like itslowp , NM and catbuster,
Enjoy it while you can as nothing stands still. We all fuss about folks moving our way, but we all have a family origin from elsewhere. I grew up in central Florida not so long ago, or so it seems. It is my understanding that my mother’s paternal family (Redding) was from South Carolina. They were cattlemen who mitigated to central Florida and were known to be folks you don’t cross and in general, pretty mean. Her maternal family (Flay) was from Niagara Falls. My maternal grandmother's family moved south while she was a young teenager after her mother tragically drowned while saving my grandmother’s sister. They ran a small rural store in the middle of Florida's cattle country (open range at the time). There my grandmother met my grandfather. My father’s maternal family (Jernigan) were also originally cattlemen and were the settlers of Jernigan now known as Orlando. One of the more infamous is described here: https://bungalower.com/2015/03/22/did-you-know-town-orlando-was-once-called-jernigan/ I don’t know where my father’s paternal family originated (Woods). Probably from the woods somewhere but his father’s generation were principally newspapermen and printers. My paternal grandfather was once the editor of the Orlando newspaper. I assume he met my grandmother there. My father became effectively fatherless as a youth when my grandfather was confined to a veteran’s hospital after losing his mind to syphilis. My father dropped out of high school to join the Navy the day after the Pearl Harbor attack. He used his pay to purchase land and to support his mother. He returned at the close of WWII after being injured. He raised cattle, logged, planted trees for the Tennessee Valley Authority and did whatever he could to keep us clothed and fed. He rode in the last armed posse in Florida – a seventy mile trip organized to emphasize to certain folks that cattle rustling would not be tolerated in our county. Somewhere along the way members of both sides of my family became Christians and rough edges were tempered, but their lives remained tied to the land.
When I was a young boy, land in Florida was still cheap. Life was simpler. My mother’s greatest fear for me was I would get hit by a log truck when crossing the road to check the mail. Her second fear was I would step over a log without looking and get bitten by a rattlesnake. Everyone rode a horse to work the cattle, except my grandfather who drove a jeep following a horse accident that left him crippled. Aside from their own feet, for many households a horse was their only mode of transportation. My two oldest brothers each had a horse. My two other brothers and I saddled and rode the fence or a feed bag dreaming of the day we would have our own horse. After the missile crisis had passed, rapid changes began much like the space program of NASA. Migration exploded with many bringing lots of money. “Worthless” scrub land was subdivided into thousands of lots. Roads were paved. The interstate highway expanded. And childhood dreams crushed and abandoned.
In the mid-sixties, my father planned his escape and settled on western North Carolina after his thoughts of moving to Australia met with family opposition. There he found life in his words twenty years behind. Land was cheap and plentiful. It didn’t take long before others followed to the extent the natives were almost outnumbered by the transplanted Floridians. Land prices went up and simplicity was under the chisel. In the last 50 years, the invaders expanded to include city folks from Atlanta and folks drawn to the Cherokee casino. Covid-19 was delivered by two New Yorkers fleeing the restrictions. I don’t blame any of them for coming, but the more folks that come the less appealing the area becomes, at least to me.
About ten years before his death, one of my brothers and I took my dad on a once in a lifetime hunting trip to New Brunswick. Folks were friendly there, beautiful clear streams, wildlife, etc. but it was clear we were welcome to visit but not to think about staying. I didn’t like that attitude, but I understood it and would likely possess the same if I lived there surrounded by a vast of unspoiled and undeveloped property.
I hope “civilization” stays far enough from your areas to preserve what you enjoy but not so far that folks can’t thrive there. As for me, I will do my part and stay here.
Ron
Oddly I don't mind the houses on decent sized lots being built or apartments in city limits (aka inbuilding). Its the strip malls, box stores, and auto dealerships that really chap my hide, basically useless stretches of parking lots, that are unnecessary, and destroy forest and agriculture land for no damned reason except greedIf you start to like it, you have crossed over. Don't see that happening.
I probably gave more of my family history than necessary to illustrate we all have our Smokey Point and that one can chase the bliss of the past but one can't hold on to it as "progress", "growth" or whatever you want to call it is relentless. This was also my long winded way to say, I understand "don't move here" and have no ill will with that.
Ron
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