Especially HERE. I keep reading about the big parking lot called I-5. And Snoqualmie and Stevens.
Unfortunately, the Palmer fire is burning in some very pretty country. I am sad about that.
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Unfortunately, the Palmer fire is burning in some very pretty country. I am sad about that.
Not to worry either. I don’t know where here is. I can point to the state on the map but that’s it. Only here about Seattle on the news - nothing said there would make me want to even visit. Sorry.
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Oh Seattle isn't so bad besides the traffic being completely insane.
The Protests are largely focused on one or 2 areas, notably near police precinct houses (and yes the Seattle police are pricks, at one time they had the worst record for brutality in the country)and in the capitol hill neighborhood, which isn't exactly tourism friendly anyway, (once described as froot loop ville) its a sight to see, and a fun place to play punk shows in dive bars, but the streets are steep, narrow, and too many one ways, so yer better off by the water.
Otherwise Seattle has some pretty neat stuff. for a small city anyway
And the covid thing would have probably been better if it didn't hit Snohomish county first... land of the ignorant ass... aka my home county, though for the first time since Feb infection rates have gone down... cause most folks are finally starting to wear masks. Which Seattle is in King county... which is bad only because its the major population center.
The rest of the I5 corridor form Ft, Lewis/McChord up to Marysville/Arlington is pretty much a maze of strip malls, yuppie scum, Big Box Stores and the occasional glimpse of puget sound
Get 10 miles off I5 and your in the foot hills of the Cascades and can't even see the cities in most places, The North Cascades are in my not so limited opinion one of the most scenic mountain ranges in the US, possibly the world, much of it is unassailable by car, but there are hiking trails everywhere.
The Olympic Mt's and the peninsula in general are pretty much vacant besides a few small towns, and a butt load of tourists in the summer.
and Aberdeen/Ocean Shores boasts the longest sandy beach in the world, and some really good surfing, one of the few places you can drive on the beach still
Eastern Wa, where Ms P has relocated, is typical high plains/desert for the most part, alpine areas timbered in pine/larch/fir, dotted by agriculture, and cut throughout the middle by the Columbia Gorge (which makes the misssissippi look like a creek BTW) and is bordered by the Rockies on the eastern edge, and the palouse... rolling wheat fields...
but its Terrible here, the weather is **** year round, people are jerks, no one knows how to drive, the fresh shrimp, Salmon, Crab, is garbage and too hard to catch, the hunting is terrible, the taxes are astronomical, I mean you can't even see the deer with a rifle scope...
DON'T MOVE HERE
Yup, the state has the mountains, and they are mountains, not round nice little hills, that divide it and make for two different climates, not counting the mountains for that. Some people can't live in one of the climates. I am bisideual and have no problems living in either.
I was born and raised in Warshington and the population growth has been unreal. I don't like to get stuck in traffic, or wait in lines for stuff, so I relocated the the more sparsely populated East side of the state which is where I grew up. The population has increased quite a bit here also, I cannot afford to live in the town I grew up in as it is within the Seattle relocation comfort zone, and I fear this area is getting some Seattle slop over due to the Covid thing, except our county made the news by having a major eruption of the virus amongst the fruit workers. We are now subsidizing the major landowner of the county by using state money to pay their workers when the workers are sick so they won't work and spread the virus. After the first week, that seems to be working.
People here have been stubborn about wearing masks when indoors in businesses. The education system seems to have failed in teaching people about the respiratory system. Many do not seem to know that the nose is part of that system and should be covered up. I've seen people who think they breathe through their chins too. Our education level seems to be less than the west side of the state.
We get the big fires over here, unless things are perfect on the west side and that's been a while. Right now a big one is burning about 30 miles away and if the wind changes, we get the smoke. Two years ago it was terrible and people were......wearing face masks when outside with no political repercussions.
Winters are chilly and damp on the west side, and dry and cold, with occasional snow, here on the east side. Summers are drizzly, muggy, quite warm on the west side and dry and hot here. We grow a lot of fruit here and cannabis is a big crop. The latter is pretty smelly which is why I looked for houses in town.
So, don't move here. Too many people are doing so and then trashing the place they moved to because "We want to live by the beautiful mountains." The last backpacking trip I took was gross. Let's just say that The Used Dog found something excreted by people and was doing his part to "pack it out". Gag. Too many piles of that in the back country now.
I was born and raised in Warshington and the population growth has been unreal. I don't like to get stuck in traffic, or wait in lines for stuff, so I relocated the the more sparsely populated East side of the state which is where I grew up. The population has increased quite a bit here also, I cannot afford to live in the town I grew up in as it is within the Seattle relocation comfort zone, and I fear this area is getting some Seattle slop over due to the Covid thing, except our county made the news by having a major eruption of the virus amongst the fruit workers. We are now subsidizing the major landowner of the county by using state money to pay their workers when the workers are sick so they won't work and spread the virus. After the first week, that seems to be working.
People here have been stubborn about wearing masks when indoors in businesses. The education system seems to have failed in teaching people about the respiratory system. Many do not seem to know that the nose is part of that system and should be covered up. I've seen people who think they breathe through their chins too. Our education level seems to be less than the west side of the state.
We get the big fires over here, unless things are perfect on the west side and that's been a while. Right now a big one is burning about 30 miles away and if the wind changes, we get the smoke. Two years ago it was terrible and people were......wearing face masks when outside with no political repercussions.
Winters are chilly and damp on the west side, and dry and cold, with occasional snow, here on the east side. Summers are drizzly, muggy, quite warm on the west side and dry and hot here. We grow a lot of fruit here and cannabis is a big crop. The latter is pretty smelly which is why I looked for houses in town.
So, don't move here. Too many people are doing so and then trashing the place they moved to because "We want to live by the beautiful mountains." The last backpacking trip I took was gross. Let's just say that The Used Dog found something excreted by people and was doing his part to "pack it out". Gag. Too many piles of that in the back country now.
She's talking about Yuppies, they are lucky if they can make it out with whatever bare necessities they bought at REI let alone a shovel to deal with their messes. They can walk because walking lets them wear what ever athleticausual garbage is in fashion today, but damned if they could do anything with their arms outside of 24oz double chi, vanilla, mocha, half caf, half decaf with organic soy milk, and a shot of strawberry flavor, colored sprinkles and extra whip.... oh and a pup cup... welcome to Seattle... we talk like coke head surfers BTW yeahdudehuhuhbitchinwannaseeashownocoollatermybruh....
I keep forgetting that when I’m in the brush I usually have somebody next to me that has something I can dig a hole with.
I still don’t get the athletic shoe thing in the woods, on or off a trail. But I can do stuff with my arms too. Maybe it’s a not-from-the-city thing? I dunno, I wear my Frank’s most of the time and people from the city call them “platform shoes for men.” Of course, these are the same people who can’t fathom how someone would wear long pants on a 90 degree day with 70% humidity, either.
It seems like we have a lot of yuppies moving up I-71 out of Louisville into my area, and then they complain about how there’s no Heine Brothers or Starbucks around in a no-light town. I can’t claim to have mountains but god damn people need to stop moving here. I think it not just be a Washington thing...
Yeah... I'm literally a stones throw from designated wilderness, and the are finishing up a 450? home development on the other side of town, been a whole lotta new faces in town... Theres really only 2.5 bars in town, the Spar tree (not for loggers but hipsters that want to be loggers) the mexican reastaraunt which is awesome btw, and the "franchise Steak House" where the rednecks and "bikers" hang out. Theres been more then a few scraps lately, and we haven't had a rough winter for a couple years... so things should get interesting since they predict a rough one this year
The crap thing is these jerks are paying 1/2 million for a cracker box house on 1/4 acre with zero parking...
making raw land prices absolutely ridiculous for a guy like me
making raw land prices absolutely ridiculous for a guy like me
Makes no sense to me. Here we’re more like 350 for a half-acre with a house that covers way too much of the lot. That said, I think just about everything except seafood is less expensive where I am. Going a little closer to the city and it’s into what you’re describing. The whole area I live used to be farms and it’s rapidly turning into subdivisions.
Most new shops and yards are being built in the county south of us or in a patch of undeveloped ground in the “metro” (county housing the city) that’s steep & bumpy with half of it in a flood plain, making grading it and site hydrology really, really hard. Did I mention that it’s stuck between a big limestone quarry, an interstate and an existing industrial park? These lots are so messed up even I don’t bid site work, and my reputation has been built on “big, deep, heavy & f*cked up” work no one else will try.
I got lucky to get into mine right after the housing bubble burst, ground was cheap and most building constructors were way hard up for work.
We got our just before the burst, but got it cheap, cause the original realtor had an anyrism (sp?) and died...
I'll bid clearing and site prep (roads utilities etc) but so far I've stayed out of foundation excavation (except the occasional pole barn) but the rest of it, these massive developments are way outside the scope of what I can and will do, too much underground work, too much red tape, too much county inspector BS, too much too much...
Its not stopping a lot of out of state contractors, or aggressive in state contractors from dropping massive amounts of money on projects thinking they can flip em and make literally millions.
But I feel the other foot is about to drop, and hard, lots of folks outta work, and if you watch redfin/zillow there's tons of places coming on the market in the last few weeks. Going to be a lot of half finished projects that will sell for cheap.
or hopefully for me an acre or 700 that I can get for a reasonable price
Not sure about that, but I might buy something more if the price was right. I get the feeling that there won't be a bubble burst because so many people who have bought are able to work from home. In fact, there was a report that the housing market in little towns, like I live in, was hot right now because of Covid in the cities and people wanting more room for less money. This is because they can work remotely also. They now need room for an office, room to teach their brats, etc. and can get that in little towns.
The renters and landlords are the ones who are going to get into trouble. Not going to be pretty.
The renters and landlords are the ones who are going to get into trouble. Not going to be pretty.
yeah, that will lead to cheap housing in the cities, making rural areas less desirable again... vicious circle
though in all honesty the land lords need to get bent around here, $2k for a 800sq ft apartment? seriously dude?
slowp , NM and catbuster,
Enjoy it while you can as nothing stands still. We all fuss about folks moving our way, but we all have a family origin from elsewhere. I grew up in central Florida not so long ago, or so it seems. It is my understanding that my mother’s paternal family (Redding) was from South Carolina. They were cattlemen who mitigated to central Florida and were known to be folks you don’t cross and in general, pretty mean. Her maternal family (Flay) was from Niagara Falls. My maternal grandmother's family moved south while she was a young teenager after her mother tragically drowned while saving my grandmother’s sister. They ran a small rural store in the middle of Florida's cattle country (open range at the time). There my grandmother met my grandfather. My father’s maternal family (Jernigan) were also originally cattlemen and were the settlers of Jernigan now known as Orlando. One of the more infamous is described here: https://bungalower.com/2015/03/22/did-you-know-town-orlando-was-once-called-jernigan/ I don’t know where my father’s paternal family originated (Woods). Probably from the woods somewhere but his father’s generation were principally newspapermen and printers. My paternal grandfather was once the editor of the Orlando newspaper. I assume he met my grandmother there. My father became effectively fatherless as a youth when my grandfather was confined to a veteran’s hospital after losing his mind to syphilis. My father dropped out of high school to join the Navy the day after the Pearl Harbor attack. He used his pay to purchase land and to support his mother. He returned at the close of WWII after being injured. He raised cattle, logged, planted trees for the Tennessee Valley Authority and did whatever he could to keep us clothed and fed. He rode in the last armed posse in Florida – a seventy mile trip organized to emphasize to certain folks that cattle rustling would not be tolerated in our county. Somewhere along the way members of both sides of my family became Christians and rough edges were tempered, but their lives remained tied to the land.
When I was a young boy, land in Florida was still cheap. Life was simpler. My mother’s greatest fear for me was I would get hit by a log truck when crossing the road to check the mail. Her second fear was I would step over a log without looking and get bitten by a rattlesnake. Everyone rode a horse to work the cattle, except my grandfather who drove a jeep following a horse accident that left him crippled. Aside from their own feet, for many households a horse was their only mode of transportation. My two oldest brothers each had a horse. My two other brothers and I saddled and rode the fence or a feed bag dreaming of the day we would have our own horse. After the missile crisis had passed, rapid changes began much like the space program of NASA. Migration exploded with many bringing lots of money. “Worthless” scrub land was subdivided into thousands of lots. Roads were paved. The interstate highway expanded. And childhood dreams crushed and abandoned.
In the mid-sixties, my father planned his escape and settled on western North Carolina after his thoughts of moving to Australia met with family opposition. There he found life in his words twenty years behind. Land was cheap and plentiful. It didn’t take long before others followed to the extent the natives were almost outnumbered by the transplanted Floridians. Land prices went up and simplicity was under the chisel. In the last 50 years, the invaders expanded to include city folks from Atlanta and folks drawn to the Cherokee casino. Covid-19 was delivered by two New Yorkers fleeing the restrictions. I don’t blame any of them for coming, but the more folks that come the less appealing the area becomes, at least to me.
About ten years before his death, one of my brothers and I took my dad on a once in a lifetime hunting trip to New Brunswick. Folks were friendly there, beautiful clear streams, wildlife, etc. but it was clear we were welcome to visit but not to think about staying. I didn’t like that attitude, but I understood it and would likely possess the same if I lived there surrounded by a vast of unspoiled and undeveloped property.
I hope “civilization” stays far enough from your areas to preserve what you enjoy but not so far that folks can’t thrive there. As for me, I will do my part and stay here.
Ron
Enjoy it while you can as nothing stands still. We all fuss about folks moving our way, but we all have a family origin from elsewhere. I grew up in central Florida not so long ago, or so it seems. It is my understanding that my mother’s paternal family (Redding) was from South Carolina. They were cattlemen who mitigated to central Florida and were known to be folks you don’t cross and in general, pretty mean. Her maternal family (Flay) was from Niagara Falls. My maternal grandmother's family moved south while she was a young teenager after her mother tragically drowned while saving my grandmother’s sister. They ran a small rural store in the middle of Florida's cattle country (open range at the time). There my grandmother met my grandfather. My father’s maternal family (Jernigan) were also originally cattlemen and were the settlers of Jernigan now known as Orlando. One of the more infamous is described here: https://bungalower.com/2015/03/22/did-you-know-town-orlando-was-once-called-jernigan/ I don’t know where my father’s paternal family originated (Woods). Probably from the woods somewhere but his father’s generation were principally newspapermen and printers. My paternal grandfather was once the editor of the Orlando newspaper. I assume he met my grandmother there. My father became effectively fatherless as a youth when my grandfather was confined to a veteran’s hospital after losing his mind to syphilis. My father dropped out of high school to join the Navy the day after the Pearl Harbor attack. He used his pay to purchase land and to support his mother. He returned at the close of WWII after being injured. He raised cattle, logged, planted trees for the Tennessee Valley Authority and did whatever he could to keep us clothed and fed. He rode in the last armed posse in Florida – a seventy mile trip organized to emphasize to certain folks that cattle rustling would not be tolerated in our county. Somewhere along the way members of both sides of my family became Christians and rough edges were tempered, but their lives remained tied to the land.
When I was a young boy, land in Florida was still cheap. Life was simpler. My mother’s greatest fear for me was I would get hit by a log truck when crossing the road to check the mail. Her second fear was I would step over a log without looking and get bitten by a rattlesnake. Everyone rode a horse to work the cattle, except my grandfather who drove a jeep following a horse accident that left him crippled. Aside from their own feet, for many households a horse was their only mode of transportation. My two oldest brothers each had a horse. My two other brothers and I saddled and rode the fence or a feed bag dreaming of the day we would have our own horse. After the missile crisis had passed, rapid changes began much like the space program of NASA. Migration exploded with many bringing lots of money. “Worthless” scrub land was subdivided into thousands of lots. Roads were paved. The interstate highway expanded. And childhood dreams crushed and abandoned.
In the mid-sixties, my father planned his escape and settled on western North Carolina after his thoughts of moving to Australia met with family opposition. There he found life in his words twenty years behind. Land was cheap and plentiful. It didn’t take long before others followed to the extent the natives were almost outnumbered by the transplanted Floridians. Land prices went up and simplicity was under the chisel. In the last 50 years, the invaders expanded to include city folks from Atlanta and folks drawn to the Cherokee casino. Covid-19 was delivered by two New Yorkers fleeing the restrictions. I don’t blame any of them for coming, but the more folks that come the less appealing the area becomes, at least to me.
About ten years before his death, one of my brothers and I took my dad on a once in a lifetime hunting trip to New Brunswick. Folks were friendly there, beautiful clear streams, wildlife, etc. but it was clear we were welcome to visit but not to think about staying. I didn’t like that attitude, but I understood it and would likely possess the same if I lived there surrounded by a vast of unspoiled and undeveloped property.
I hope “civilization” stays far enough from your areas to preserve what you enjoy but not so far that folks can’t thrive there. As for me, I will do my part and stay here.
Ron
I'm thinking the same apartment might be around $900 here, or less if you fill out the paperwork and qualify for the low income waiting list apts.
Once again, we subsidize the farmers here with housing that was built specifically to house ag workers using grants and tax revenues. Those bunks or rooms go for $10 a night. They were built just in time for Covid and I don't think they can run at capacity because of that.
Any decent house under $200k sells fast here. That started this year. The "needs work" houses also seem to go quickly. I feel lucky to have my house here.
Once again, we subsidize the farmers here with housing that was built specifically to house ag workers using grants and tax revenues. Those bunks or rooms go for $10 a night. They were built just in time for Covid and I don't think they can run at capacity because of that.
Any decent house under $200k sells fast here. That started this year. The "needs work" houses also seem to go quickly. I feel lucky to have my house here.
its "progress" and its unavoidable but I don't have to like it
Just a few years ago (30 or so) when my ma first got the paperroute gig, we would pick the bundles of papers up in the woods behind a bank in a little 4 way intersection in the woods called Smokey Point, there was that bank a 7-11 and a very sketchy tavern, that it
Now its 5 lanes in all directions at that little 4way, strip malls as far as you can see, a safeway, Lowess, fast food resaraunts etc etc, and more traffic than you can imagine
If you start to like it, you have crossed over. Don't see that happening.
I probably gave more of my family history than necessary to illustrate we all have our Smokey Point and that one can chase the bliss of the past but one can't hold on to it as "progress", "growth" or whatever you want to call it is relentless. This was also my long winded way to say, I understand "don't move here" and have no ill will with that.
Ron
I probably gave more of my family history than necessary to illustrate we all have our Smokey Point and that one can chase the bliss of the past but one can't hold on to it as "progress", "growth" or whatever you want to call it is relentless. This was also my long winded way to say, I understand "don't move here" and have no ill will with that.
Ron
Oddly I don't mind the houses on decent sized lots being built or apartments in city limits (aka inbuilding). Its the strip malls, box stores, and auto dealerships that really chap my hide, basically useless stretches of parking lots, that are unnecessary, and destroy forest and agriculture land for no damned reason except greed
AITA
2 days of log trucking brings home more then I make logging in the same week?
Granted both projects I hauled off that week were a total PITA with lots of HOBO yarding... and dealing with grown assed men that can't figure out how to get out of the way of the 4000# log... so I really don't care... just one of those things where I ask myself do I want this guy to call me back or do I want to be responsible for his accidental death?
2 days of log trucking brings home more then I make logging in the same week?
Granted both projects I hauled off that week were a total PITA with lots of HOBO yarding... and dealing with grown assed men that can't figure out how to get out of the way of the 4000# log... so I really don't care... just one of those things where I ask myself do I want this guy to call me back or do I want to be responsible for his accidental death?
That second paragraph should explain the first question. But yeah, trucking is pretty profitable right now. Prices are up and diesel is less than half its price from 2011-2014 when I paid $4.82 in Ventura in July of 2013, but you know where that is.
Still, fuel prices are down and trucking prices haven’t come down from $120/hour for a quad axle dump.
Still, fuel prices are down and trucking prices haven’t come down from $120/hour for a quad axle dump.
