- Wal Mart. Wal Mart is 25 miles away. 25 miles! And it is a tiny Super Wal Mart. If I want a mega sized Wal Mart I must drive for an entire hour there and back. Two hours of my life wasted in the truck. I need a list with no dumb blond moments. Forgetting something becomes a federal crime punishable by not having something important like bird seed. No bird seed leads to angry birds who retaliate by decorating the house windows.
- Seasons. Winter gives presents of chapped lips and cracked, bleeding fingers. Spring brings mucky, slippery mud. It cakes everything from boots, hems on blue jeans, to my rump as I fly down. Summer arrives with bugs of all shapes and sizes. Some you can see others are called "No See Ums" for a reason. Harvest arrives in the fall. This means numerous tractors and big rigs roaring up and down the gravel road. Dust rolls across the yard and sneaks into every crack this 115 year old house owns.
- Livestock. They stink. Plain and simple.
- Community. Small towns have eyes and ears posted on every electrical pole and spots in between. Every one in town knows Doug tried in vain to send his 27 year old daughter to her room. I must not extend my ladder to it's full twelve feet extension while Doug is away. People I've never seen before yell at me as they cruise by, "Hey! You're too high. You're going to take a tumble."
- Snow. It's wet. It's cold. It's heavy to shovel. Snow makes tires spin and cars do loop-d-loops. It blows, giving the illusion of living in a snow globe. A person could be trapped in their homes for weeks on end with only a cat for company.
These are my top five detrimental things about living on a gravel road. Is there more I should add?