Probably if I were to go there I’d poke around the Mark Twain National Forest, mostly on dirt roads and the alike. I’m guessing it’s a mixture of upland timberlands and leased pasture and significant inholdings but I’ve don’t know for sure yet, I’d have to do more research. I’m envisioning something like the Finger Lakes National Forest but I could be wrong.
I’ve heard the state is hot and muggy in the summer but also in the salt belt in the winter. I’ve heard drugs, crime and poverty can be quite bad parts of the state. But so is the case with many rural areas with ample access to farm fertilizer anhydrous ammonium and long hard work days leading to opiod addiction and meth. Pollution and hazardous waste sites dot the countryside and outskirts of city but that’s not uncommon in New York either. Buffalo and Niagara Falls alone have hundreds of brownfields but you get a few miles out and your in pretty wild country that’s largely unspoiled.
I’m just so fascinated by other regions of the nation and other ways of living. New York has its own cultures, customs, folkways and laws – some good, some bad. Some of the laws and regulations in Upstate NY are just asinine.
I like the idea of living somewhere that land is affordable and taxes are low. Where your not fighting codes or zoning with everything you do. Where you can have livestock and privacy, where you don’t have to worry about neighbors complaining about your pigs or goats or trash burning barrel or making too much noise shooting off guns or fireworks.
Where you don’t have to get a pistol permit, where you can open carry if want, where you can buy an AR-15 for fun or shooting coyotes. Build a gun range out back from a sand pit with your tractor. Get together with some buddies burn that nasty old mattress or sofa bed in a bonfire and scrap the metal. Get muddy with your four wheeler.
There are plenty of small hick towns in New York that are fun to live in, where good ol boys have a lot of fun. I know I’ve been through many of them, the hills and hollars, the dairy country and hill high above them that provide timber and recreation.
But people pay a lot of taxes and everything is just so darn expensive in New York. Even taxes you don’t pay directly trickle down. You can get a pistol permit but it’s an unnecessary and costly process when other states you walk in, pass a background check and walk out with your gun. And if you own enough land, nobody has to know what your doing on it but still all it takes is one snitch.
Now I consider myself to be a liberal and a progressive. I’m a registered Democrat and I work for the party. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy with the direction of our state nor do I think it’s a good state to live in as a rural resident. Urban justice and helping people in need is good for the city folk but those of us who crave the wilderness of Rural America should seek elsewhere.
The old man in the park is going from trash can to trash can, pulling out cans for their deposit. Making a few bucks and keeping some aluminum and plastic out of the landfill.
I’ve really gotten into watching this channel on Facebook about dumpster diving. There are so many good free things you can find in dumpsters and divert from landfills. The amount of various products discarded by businesses is shocking and there are free resources – considered by many to be waste.
If I only had land where I could store and sort materials – and use them there is so much I could do. Collecting various scrap metals for sale at scrap yards. Deposit cans and bottles. Discarded food waste from grocery stores and restaurants for feeding hogs and chickens. Shredded paper for livestock bedding. Pallets for livestock housing, fencing and bonfires. Amazing how a little bit of pallet wood can make other trash burn hot!
So many resources are out there if you are willing to dig through what others call garbage!
Every time I hear that song, I can’t help to think back to last summer floating down the East Canada Creek on my rubber truck tube after smoking some truly europhic grass and drinking much too much coffee. There’s just something about those Grateful Dead lyrics that are so hilarious when your high as fuck – your heart racing, laughing uncontrollably – the idea of playing cards with a Dire Wolf, begging him not to murder you.
Like so many things in this world, it’s often more fun to think about it then do it. Maybe because in your imagination you don’t have look to carefully at the downsides of it. As much as I like smoking pot, I actually enjoy more being sober and thinking about those good times high as one can be. That warm sun, the laugher, and cold water and singing along, “Don’t Murder Me!” I am sure there are those who find such behavior to be concerning, but in the wilderness, who really gives a damn?
There is a time to be serious and do work. But also good times, high times on vacation full of laughter and enjoyment. Often people are too staid and unwilling to have a little drug-induced fun to free them from their everyday problems and fears. Turn off the news, and just laugh a bit. And even when you aren’t high, spend some time looking back and remembering those high times.