We've left our
Mountainaire home. It was a good home, a fine home.
Exit 333 on Route 17, go east, make first right onto Forest Service Road 700. Take left that points to Lake Mary Meadows. Lots of level spots on both sides of the road.
We used eleven gallons of propane over the last 27 days, and all our water, plus what we could beg off family. I blame washing vegetables. From now on, if organic poo is good enough for my carrots, it's good enough for me.
Lori told me I should talk more about using my links. Over here.
↘ I'm going to address all your obstacles and concerns, so that you'll feel comfortable about using them, especially Amazon. You are feeling very comfortable. Your purchasing finger is feeling very heavy. You can barely keep your credit card in your wallet.
- I forget to use your link!
I know. Click on the box over here (→) and when the page opens, make that your
Amazon bookmark. You'll never have to think about it again.
- I have my own Amazon link!
I have no rebuttal for this. You should use your own link.
- I don't like people knowing what I'm buying!
I feel you. I can't tell who you are, but I feel you. If I go to great lengths, I can see things that someone has purchased, but I have no way of knowing who.
- I actively resist consumerism in all its forms, and I do not purchase from Amazon!
Fight the power! No rebuttal necessary; you're good.
- My good-for-nothing brother-in-law has an Amazon link!
No rebuttal needed. Use my link instead.
- I don't want to pay more for my stuff by using your link!
Who does? The good news is, you won't. Amazon kicks in my cut from its profit, not your cost.
- How do I know you won't use your commission on cheap liquor and fast ducks?
You don't. But, let me assure you that Ducks don't drink cheap liquor. And,
feeding ducks is good karma.
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| Mountainaire is on the flight path. It's kinda cool, instead of annoying. |
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| Elk hang out at tanks. [You're welcome] |
Back when I talked about
Schnebly Hill, I should have mentioned the great public dumpster there. I say "public," because no one hassled us about using it, and it's never locked. Actually, most dumpsters we've encountered around here have been accessible.
After you've turned west off 17 at Exit 320, turn right toward the ADOT station. On the left is the dumpster.
Right about here. Maybe I'll go back and mention it there, too.
The basil lemongrass smells like waking up in the garden, but without the hangover. Lady Vagabond leaves me feeling conflicted. Suds up, or bite it? Luckily, the bar is generous enough for both, so the answer is yes.
