Eight Years Ago....

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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.







[1] What 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.

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[ilcylic.livejournal.com]

But hey, you were close to a town (bend in the road) named Odin. That's pretty cool.