I had fitful dreams in Omaha that I'd drive back west in the spring and discover that the shack aspiring to be a tinyhome one day that I'd started out in the desert would be wrecked. Blown apart by winds and the uneven pressure of the earth before a proper floor could be built. Flooded due to floodworks dug hastily at the end of the year that wouldn't be able to keep the house dry against a hundred-year storm. Eaten apart by mice, held together by spiderwebs. I had no idea what to expect, and my subconscious mind was more than happy to fill in the blanks, the dick.
Well, I rolled up the day after I left Denver, and I decided to capture the moment on camera if you'll look to your left. Now that I'm back onsite, I plan on taking a lot more video to post up on here. (Boy howdy was uploading it a time... I'll keep that in mind in the future.)
In any case, after taking stock of that, I began dealing with my crops, a process that's still ongoing, and one that I'll describe in detail (with pictures!) in my next update.
Monday, May 10, 2021
Saturday, May 8, 2021
Another trip through the Rockies
I haven't posted in a while, and for a very good reason - I went back to Nevada. By way of my college town, where I spent a week and change catching up with old friends and waiting out some nasty late winter storms.
But I'm back, and this time I have a blog, and some confirmed readers outside of the realms of random (but beloved!) strangers from Leftbook. Let's start from the beginning.
First off, that gorgeous pic to the left. I ended up doing a favor for some friends and delivering some goods to Denver, getting some gas money in exchange for saving them a trip. Denver is slightly out of the way; I can travel from Omaha to the collective by hopping on and off I-80. But if the detour pays for itself, well, I-70 west of Denver is probably the most picturesque piece of interstate in America. It certainly has the most picturesque traffic jams; I don't generally whip out my phone in heavy traffic but everyone was at a standstill.
But I'm back, and this time I have a blog, and some confirmed readers outside of the realms of random (but beloved!) strangers from Leftbook. Let's start from the beginning.
First off, that gorgeous pic to the left. I ended up doing a favor for some friends and delivering some goods to Denver, getting some gas money in exchange for saving them a trip. Denver is slightly out of the way; I can travel from Omaha to the collective by hopping on and off I-80. But if the detour pays for itself, well, I-70 west of Denver is probably the most picturesque piece of interstate in America. It certainly has the most picturesque traffic jams; I don't generally whip out my phone in heavy traffic but everyone was at a standstill.
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