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!
7 Comments
tales from an oc cottage
That is so cool!
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Teri
Yep, That would be the middle of nowhere lol.
Karen
I loved this post about living in the middle of nowhere, because I live in a suburb of Ft Worth TX and I dream, wish, hope, desire, pray, did I say dream of living "in the middle of nowhere." Your blog is terrific!
pozypeacock
And I thought we lived in the middle of nowhere. You gave me a whole new perspective on this. Going to bring this post up for my husband to see. You just made me feel better:) I would say Starbucks is about one hour away from us.LOL You are living out the life it looks of what many folks dream of.
the Provident Woman
That is the middle of nowhere. I wish we lived farther from town but I don't know if I could handle being that far from anyone. My husband would love it. His family lives in the middle of nowhere too.
Cheryl Barker
Hi Darcie, I'm trying to visit a new blog every day before the end of the year, and today you're my new visit 🙂 Came over from Pioneer Woman. Boy, you really do live in the middle of nowhere! I can almost smell those dusty country roads. Brings back memories of my grandparents' farms… Blessings to you!
dcash
Hi Cheryl-thanks for stopping by! Funny how the smell of dusty roads stays with a person-we have had others say the same thing!