Blaze & Daze

Laughing Grass

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I'm one of them. I blame my sister. In the house we grew up in the light switch for the basement was in the kitchen. When I would go down there she would close the door and turn off the light. Kids are mean. :p
 

Stiickygreen

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I'm one of them. I blame my sister. In the house we grew up in the light switch for the basement was in the kitchen. When I would go down there she would close the door and turn off the light. Kids are mean. :p
You'd absolutely love it here. No streetlights...all trees...dark AF when there's no moon. Our property is split in half by a creek. House on one side... scary darkness on the other. It really got to me when we first moved here. Never went out there w/o a flashlight. Finally got sick of that feeling one night and just stood there and accepted it/made peace with it...because in all reality...I'd have a hard time making my way through the woods in the dark and I know the woods...so there's nobody else gonna be doing it. You'd hear em scream as they poked their eye out on a stick or tripped and fell 10 ft into the creek... Heehee. Take that...sucker. The mountain wins again...
 

Stiickygreen

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Am I evil? I discovered if I sit in the garage/fortress of solitude with the lights off my grandson is too scared of the dark to come out there.
So I sit in the dark smoking a joint in solitude hiding from my grandson.
I hid from my kids for years. Then we got pulled over in Utah one night on the way to Cali and I spent 1.5 hours roadside with the clowns from the Utah State Sheriff's Dept. explaining to them what a MMJ card was and trying to keep from getting tossed in jail. 2 tickets, a lost 1/2 ounce or so and $1000 later I was actually able to get back in the car and GTFO of there. I instantly got the "what just happened?" from my kids...so instead of BS'in em I passed my MMJ card back to my oldest (RIP son, I miss you) who was 17 at the time and he looked at it and said "Fuck yeah..." LOL. Yup...same tree. My youngest was equally enthralled.

A week after that I moved my grow up and out of the crawlspace and took over the entire 2 car garage. :p
 

beebud

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Every now and then I get a little spooked. Usually it's just the idea of it supposed to be scary or dangerous. Going in by boat, then packing in a ways hunting in large wooded tracks can have it's moments. Knowing it's such a chore when not coming down from the tree till full dark.
Couple years ago I somehow got set up REAL close to a huge coyote den without alerting them. When they woke up and came out of the den it got pretty wild. Lots of howling and running around.
Getting xturned around at night is my biggie. Don't get me started on that. Lol
 

Laughing Grass

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You'd absolutely love it here. No streetlights...all trees...dark AF when there's no moon. Our property is split in half by a creek. House on one side... scary darkness on the other. It really got to me when we first moved here. Never went out there w/o a flashlight. Finally got sick of that feeling one night and just stood there and accepted it/made peace with it...because in all reality...I'd have a hard time making my way through the woods in the dark and I know the woods...so there's nobody else gonna be doing it. You'd hear em scream as they poked their eye out on a stick or tripped and fell 10 ft into the creek... Heehee. Take that...sucker. The mountain wins again...
I grew up in the boonies. Not as isolated as you are, I could see my neighbors yards and houses, but you felt like you were alone.
 
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