[But aside from that, it's a funny post! I swear!]
So. As it says in my bio, "I grew up in the countryside of northeastern Pennsylvania in a village with cows and barns and beautiful views from the top of the hill and all that good stuff." This is true. It was beautiful, peaceful, and I miss it terribly. But… you know how distance provides perspective?
On a recent evening, one of my sisters texted me and another of my sisters to let us know that she was going back to our hometown for a night. She wanted advice on a place in the village where she and her friend might camp overnight without bothering anyone. I thought to myself, Oh, how lovely! I want to do that!… And then I tried to answer her question.
Shortly thereafter, I started taking screencaps.
Sharing them here, particularly for those of you who may have an idealized notion of country living in the USA. My contributions are in green on the right, my sisters' in gray on the left. The conversation is not continuous; I didn't take screencaps of our tangents, or of my sisters helping me remember directions.
To clarify: By "demented people," she means people who might threaten her with loaded guns.
To clarify: Yes. Our grandmothers, visiting together once from out of town, went out on a peaceful country walk and were charged by a bull. (They got away.)
I apologize for my language. You'd understand if you'd ever stood on the other side of a tiny, shaky little fence from that bull.
Silly Darren.
I was chased by a rooster once, too. If that doesn't sound scary to you, you have never been chased by a rooster.
... That vivid image seems like a good place to stop.
Have a great camping trip, sis!
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| (proof that we survived) |