Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
had to go bail hay the rest of the summer to get by and pay the bills.
Now that the snow is falling we're safe from thieving thugs. Nobody willingly comes up our steep and twisty gravel road this time of year.
I've had several occasions when strangers came up who were obviously casing our home. They always look a little surprised when I walk out and ask them if they're lost. I do that when I'm feeling kind. Otherwise I just let the dogs out.
One guy showed up in a nondescript white van. I was in the office and didn't hear him until he slammed his van door shut. I looked out the window and didn't recognize the vehicle, so I got Boris (120lb Black lab/Mastiff) and we hurried down the stairs. I opened the door just as the dude was approaching our porch and Boris rushed out and stood on the top step, eyeball to eyeball with the dude, whose eyes got REAL BIG and he stopped in his tracks. Boris was growling. Normally I'd call Boris off, but I decided to make a point to the guy. I says, "You lost?" while Boris continues growling. The guy pulled some story out of his butt about looking for pit bull pups, because probably all he could think of was dogs, with Boris staring him down. I told him there ain't none out here and he best be moving on.
He agreed.
Another time a strange car was coming up our 500 ft driveway. For some reason Boris didn't like the look of the car and took off. He got himself in front of the car about halfway down the driveway. The car stopped. About fifteen seconds pass with Boris all burred up and barking. Then the car slowly backs down the driveway with Boris escorting it down the whole way. Boris came back up the house all proud of himself.
It was his finest moment so far.
from ages 6-14 i worked in the onion fields and bailed hay for my grandparents business. its how i learned to drive a manual transmissionNothing wrong with that. I did it for a bunch of summers. Builds character and work ethic.
from ages 6-14 i worked in the onion fields and bailed hay for my grandparents business. its how i learned to drive a manual transmission
yes sir. my grandparents lived in the labish area their entire lives until the day they died. they owned sunshine onions back in the day.Lake LaBish?
My parents flew with one of the farmer families there (Flying Farmers).
That is some rich soil there - literally black with humus
They have both Nissans and Fords and maybe a few others - most of them have the Amazon logo on them, but a few I saw didn'tOur neighbor (in portland) gets amazon deliveries all the time. Its a big white Nissan full size van with a (probably) magnetic sign on the side.
I'm sure that for some drivers, it warms the cockles of their brown-shorted hearts when they drop off a box that rattles a certain way and has that black and white diamond sticker on its side.My UPS driver commented several times at the small size & weight of deliveries...asking with a smile....more bullets?
I sold my UPS driver an AK
As the owner (man servant?) of a Ridgeback I concur completely.All my stuff comes by UPS, USPS or FedEx. Amazon is not going to deliver out this far. I see their convoys in the industrial district from time to time when I get to work - they drive out of their depot somewhere down there. Smallish white vans (Ford Transits mostly) one after the other, with the Amazon logo on them. Dozens of them.
Most of my stuff comes via UPS - the brown truck drivers know all of the dogs up here. There was one really old dog that would lay in the middle of the private road until they gave him a treat to get out of the way - you don't shoo away a 120 pound Rhodesian Ridgeback no matter how old he is.