The Middle Of Nowhere…Defined

I have always casually told city folks we live in the middle of nowhere.

You know, like, the closest stoplight is forty seven miles away.

In any direction.

The closest Starbucks is three hours away.

I’m just telling it like it is.  We live in the middle of nowhere.

Here is the living proof.

That little spot in the middle of the picture is our Casa.
No, I am not kidding.
This is a little closer view.
These pictures are courtesy of my mother-in-law.  Thanks Carol.
And thanks Pilot Randy!


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