I thought Tull was isolated. One lane bridges over the Saline river, and guys driving over them at fifty to get to a wet county.
Not as remote as Beck I guess, but we don’t get mail delivery. I could ask UPS/FedX ect. to deliver, but it’s not worth it. We’ve had 5 feet of snow in the last two weeks. I don’t want to put them through that. We have a UPS box in town for that. About $300 a year but really really worth it.
We have a little Mom and Pop store about 5 miles away. No vegies or fruit, but oddly gets the best beef. Local stuff. Next close place to shop for anything is about 15 miles away. I just make sure I have stuff at home and also grocery shop on my way home from work. That is getting worse and worse because the powers that be want to stuff as many people in that town as possible. Ski area, getting really crowded.
I’m sure some people are thinking “Ahhh… solitude”. But reading this thread, I’ve never been happier to be able to walk to almost any store I need.
There are definitely pros and cons. At this point, I couldn’t live anywhere else. I’m kinda fond of the place. It’s my own safe harbor. Funny, I’m agoraphobic. Being nested here may have contributed to that. I don’t care. It’s where I want to be, always.
Do your sisters come over and you all hang out in the water tower waiting for the Hooterville Express?
Get you a book on how to make sausage, then buy a few pork shoulders to cut up and freeze, and start experimenting. Or just buy bulk ground pork like I do, and eliminate the grinding part of the equation. I make my own Italian and breakfast sausage when I’m feeling energetic, and it’s dead easy, especially if you don’t use casings and just go for patties. I’m betting you could come up with your own tasty bacon sausage very quickly.
Beck’s theme song:
I have 5 sisters. But we don’t have double names. I wish that train came through here, that would be cool.
Man, you guys are reminding me how crowded most of Europe is. Some of the descriptions in this thread make the rural areas of little village, little village, little village… often within walking distance of each other, and of people looking for rides with a thumb up in the air, look like metropolises which simply happen to be a little bit spread out.
Smokestack lightning.
Get a freezer, Dude. And a reliable source of electricity. Problem solved.
Long ago, when I was stationed at the Oakland Army Terminal, our commissary was busiest on Saturdays, when many retired military made a monthly trip from the Sierra or Tahoe mountain remoteness to stock up on essentials. They enjoyed their isolation and economy living, and with a full freezer and pantry, had few worries.
Beck - I’m not nearly as isolated as you, but it’s 10 miles to the nearest grocery (8 to Dollar General). Fortunately, I’ve got good neighbors. Or I should say, I’m a good neighbor, because the borrowing always seems to go one way. And there’s no problem asking to pick up something if you’re in town.
StG
Got all the freezers I need, I have 3. I can usually get what I need when I go in to town. It’s the principle of the thing. I liked that little store. Except the one aisle that was cursed. It had a strobing fluorescent light. I used to report it to the store owner. They just laughed demonically when I did. Whatever was down that aisle stayed there. Nope. Never went down it. It was especially creepy when It was close to closing time and you were the only shopper. Eeekkk.
Oh, this is an entirely different scenario:
Beck: Why, this store is closed! I can’t believe it!
Random local geezer passing by: Store? There hasn’t been a store here in 50 years, ever since old Ebeneezer Stokes choked on some okra and died in Aisle 3.
I have to admit I was the only shopper many times. Does this mean my favorite sausage* was just a figment of my cursed imaginings?
I may need to see a doctor.
I can’t wait to tell the Doc about the Dope. I might need to be confined for my own safety.
*everybody knows, bacon is bacon and sausage is sausage.
You can’t choke on okra, it just slide right on down.
:dubious:
Hah, you can sure choke on it the way I cook it 
Oh shit. I just remembered my icecream eating will be curtailed this summer. Man, oh, man. This is getting awful close to being disastrous.
Were you the Lunch Counter Lady at Franklin elementary? :dubious:
I feel your pain, Beck. I live half a mile from the nearest Burger King, sushi joint, and pretty good Mexican place. How I survive is a testament to my strength of character.
Time to buy another freezer. Or make your own on a daily basis.