2008-11-24 14:08
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I had just escaped from a place I was prone to describing as, "Not the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from my porch."
Holy Boondocksville, Batman.[1]
Zoom out to the 100km resolution, and you'll understand why; around 50km, you might actually start to see the names of cities you might recognize (Williamsport, PA). I mention this, because Google Maps has finally gotten something other than the thousand-foot resolution view of that area, and I was trying to describe exactly how far out into BFE I used to live to my boss.
I lived on a road without a name - it's just southeast of the nonexistent address depicted (#265 doesn't exist; my actual postal address was 114 Mitchell Hollow Road); Mitchell Hollow Road is 100% dirt, and what doesn't show up well in the satellite imaging is that it's almost straight up-hill. You can imagine how much fun that 90 degree left is during the winter months, or during spring melt.
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aishlynn said when she first arrived at the nearest McDonald's, about 8 miles away, after I told her to meet me there rather than try to find my place unaided.
Holy Boondocksville, Batman.[1]
Zoom out to the 100km resolution, and you'll understand why; around 50km, you might actually start to see the names of cities you might recognize (Williamsport, PA). I mention this, because Google Maps has finally gotten something other than the thousand-foot resolution view of that area, and I was trying to describe exactly how far out into BFE I used to live to my boss.
I lived on a road without a name - it's just southeast of the nonexistent address depicted (#265 doesn't exist; my actual postal address was 114 Mitchell Hollow Road); Mitchell Hollow Road is 100% dirt, and what doesn't show up well in the satellite imaging is that it's almost straight up-hill. You can imagine how much fun that 90 degree left is during the winter months, or during spring melt.
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It sucked.
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So which one is yours? I just remembered that you lived over a detached garage (maybe the one next to the house with two white vehicles in the driveway?). And where's that deer-attracting tree? I think I put a tent up underneath it at the Madness on the Mountain party.
Man, seems longer than 8 years to me.
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10/97-11/00.
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I also had the most terrifying experience of my life out in the Pennsylvania hinterlands, when a couple of locals took exception to the rainbow sticker on my car. They didn't actually hurt me, but they scared the daylights out of me.
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He (the guy working) met me in the parking lot and gave me back what I'd paid for my dinner.
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