So what do you do? You run an ad. One that might read like this: Wanted, someone to put up a horse fence. xxx-xxxx
Then you wait. And you might get a call like this.
Fence Dude: "Where you at?"
Me: "I'm on Anonymous Road."
Fence Dude: "Anonymous Road. That's a crooked road."
Me: "Yes it is."
Fence Dude: "Well, do I got the job?"
Me: "Um, I'm getting estimates."
Fence Dude: "Well, if I ain't got the job, I don't reckon I'll ride on out there. That's a crooked road."
Now, fifteen years later, six miles in, six miles out, fifteen full minutes each way, new tires at least once every nine months, I realize the wisdom of his words. I might not reckon to ride out here either if I'd known I'd eventually have a day job that took me out of the house five days a week. But it's a pretty commute and it's helped me learn more about the region. Here's how:
One man's trash is another man's treasure. This fellow owns a roadside worth of Ford vehicles, but with more and more appliances and trucks being winched up off the sides of mountains (due to the now high price of scrap metal) where they've been dumped, he's sitting on a gold mine. But you're likely to come round the bend and find his tow truck in the middle of the road like he owns it. Not good when you're in a hurry.
Cows are kind of cool. Did you know that when the calves are young, cows will assign one cow to hang out sleeping with them, while the rest of the cows go off to graze. Calf Sitters. Occasionally I get to see one being born when I'm driving to and fro.
(P.S. - All photos taken from the driver's seat)
So, that's my commute. How's yours?