I live 10 miles from the mountains and 200 miles from the largest city which shares their name.
hi, neighbor! i live 4 feet from hell. i saw water once.
Great feat of google-fu!.
I live next to a city named after…well, no one is really certain where the name comes from. It was founded by an army officer who stuck a stick in the ground next to a river, and was predicted to “never be anything more than a railroad eating house”. Oh, and the highway map of our major interstates looks like goatse.
Lordsburg, NM?
In my home town, there’s a lonely mountain and a dragon comes out most nights. There’s also a stereotypically fairy-tale castle not far away.
Dale?
Funnily enough, that’s the name of my street (but not the town).
Vegas?
I live on an island separated from the ignorant (occasionally) mainland by the Salish Sea.
My house is in the shadow of The Penis Of The Plains.
I wasn’t aware of the name of that body of water. If asked I would have called it Puget sound. Wiki says there are hundreds of islands there. If it’s not Whidbey the guessing game could take a while. It will get a lot worse when I can’t find any more names of real islands and have to start guessing random words.
Mine is an island that is not completely surrounded by water. We might decide to shorten our very long name today.
No, but here’s a hint. The dragon’s name is Elliot.
Rocks. Lots and lots of rocks. We don’t lock our doors because all you would have to do if pick up a handy rock and you’re in the house. In winter, the only colors are white and green.
I live in an area which arguably possesses the least remarkable weather on the continent. Never insanely cold compared with places north of us, never insanely hot compared with places south of us, earthquakes are rare, hurricanes rarely happen (and rarely cause issues when they do), forest fires nearly unheard-of, etc…
We’re part of a megalopolis which is geographically indistinguishable from nearby areas, but is like a political island surrounded by areas with utterly different politics with nearly zero overlap.
That sounds like San Diego.
I live on the other side of the canal.
Just outside the child murder capital of the country.
Slightly north of Toronto but not anywhere near it, or even in Canada. (NOTE: If you search my activity for recent threads, that’s cheating.)
An entirely flat sliver of land, composed of mud eroded from the surrounding mountains and only good for supporting swarms of mosquitos and raising rice, neither of which offer any protection from the frequent super typhoons which regularly batter this coastal area.