sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

The Road to the White Wolf Mine

For those of you who follow this blog, you will understand that I undertook to build a shack at the White Wolf Mine in the Central Arizona highlands, south of Flagstaff about two and a half years ago.  January 1, I made the relocation real and am now in the hovel. There is still more stuff to move in, and the place isn't finished, but I received a certificate of occupancy from the County and that was enough. 

Even though I lived and thrived in Southern California as my base of operations and home, California became too much. The cost of living in SoCal is 52% higher than the national average. The weather is nice there...but everything else is just subject to entropy and very high taxes. The progressive agenda didn't agree with my chosen way of viewing the world. (There are more Republicans in California than any other State - but then again, there are more people.) I'll still be traveling back and forth to work in the short term.

So I moved on January 1 while the rest of you were hung over from merry making. The high up on top of the Mogollon Rim reached 12 degrees (photo above right). Colder than I'm accustomed to, but you know that I'm a madman. This is the quote from the sidebar (left):

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. 
"Oh, you can't help that," said the cat. 
"We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." 
"How do you know I'm mad," asked Alice 
"You must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
There are two driveways. Both lead to different garage doors. The "front driveway" is a steep slope and was "iffy" in the snow and ice. So I backed the trailer down the long side driveway (nearly flat) and used that option (left).

Yesterday, I set up the bed in the bedroom, warmed a frozen pizza in the oven, and went to bed early - tired. I don't know if I'll have time to drop the Ducati (She-Devil) out of the trailer today (Wednesday) or not. I have a lot of running around to do.

Tomorrow, the work crew will be back on the job, finishing the work that needs finishing. I expect that they'll be done by April at the current rate. But no matter, I've been homeless for the past three months (a shiftless vagabond). I need to set up the gun shop... 

I just dropped pillows, blankets, my briefcase, the frozen pizza, etc there on the island in the kitchen. The countertops are poured concrete. You'll note the Wolf stove and oven and the hole in the wall where the Sub-Zero refrigerator is supposed to be. As to the refrigerator...that's another detail that needs to be addressed. The spare refrigerator will do (in the garage) in the mean time. I just tossed a bag of frozen burritos on the deck for now. It won't get above freezing today or tomorrow. I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm keeping a bag of fruit that I bought cold just on a shelf in the garage. 

And there you have it.

2019 Musings

Arming the Feds


(LINK HEREThere's some chatter on the internet about the number firearms and amount of ammunition that federal agencies such at the US Department of Agriculture, National Institutes of Health, Internal Revenue Service, Social Security Administration, etc. are spending and why these agencies with a severely limited law enforcement role need to stockpile. The Food and Drug Administration has 390 pistols, 122 shotguns and 200K rounds of ammunition currently in inventory. That is in addition to the weapons carried by the (rented) security people who protect their premises. Is there a burning need - that we've paid for?

Rehash

Crash Investigation (Part One) (Part Two) Fictional shorts from 2015 (Sci-Fi)

The Term "Witch Hunt" No Longer PC

CNN has run with the story of witches, angry with President Trump for calling the Russian Collusion a "witch hunt". Maybe a better term would be "snipe hunt"? It wouldn't anger the witches (all Democrat constituents) and it would be even more apt. I mean, calling it a greased pig grab doesn't work because there's no greased pig. It's not a wild goose chase because there's not even one wild goose.

War

(LINK) Commander Salamander's Blog discusses 28 years of continuous war, during which I was a participant from time to time. The reason for war (free flow of oil at market prices) doesn't really apply anymore (as he points out) so we fight in the Middle East - why? Inside every slimy desert dweller is there a freedom loving, hard working American trying to get out? Hardly. Grist for thought as we enter a new year.

A Tax Will Fix It

The cost of living in California is 52% higher than the national average. And more taxes are on their way in 2019 in the Golden State in an effort to handle necessary income redistribution to fight global warming.


The latest trend is to explain global cooling by blaming global warming. Arctic sea ice is the highest in 10,000 years, do to global warming that is bringing on a new ice age. Meanwhile, energy from the Sun has reduced to a much lower ebb -- creating less heat arriving at the Third Rock.

New Year's Resolutions

They may not stand for long, but here they are, such as they are:

I will not acquire a dog or a cat. I know that there are a lot of dog lovers who read this blog, but it's like bringing in a one year old kid who never grows up, and ties me down. It's difficult to travel with a blog. Our fellow blogger, Jules Smith, has a lizard. I don't think that I'll get one of those either. I have grandsons and granddaughters who will visit and fill those needs quite nicely.

I will slow down work obligations by mid-summer. It's time to power down and go gentle into my dotage rather than dealing with work, when I really don't need to do it.

I will buy at least two new rifles and will practice with them.

How's that for brief and to the point?

Happy New Year!