To be honest, I let my “middle of nowhere” dreams go, before I left AZ. There was a bit of a situation lol….. I went to go look at a 45 acre off grid ranch that was literally in the middle of nowhere…..had to put the Jeep in 4x4 to get there……an hour off the pavement. My and the realtor, and dude finally get to the locked gate to enter the property…..she’s fiddling with the pad lock, I’m outside the Jeep, and 4 dude’s with guns and masks emerged from the bushes…..they fancied themselves “the local militia” since cops ain’t coming out there. After my realtor finished evacuating her bowels into her pants (no joke), she found the words to tell them why we were there. They put their guns down at that point. It was around then that I started coming to appreciate the offerings of in town living.
When you’re only backup is an elderly woman with shit in her pants, who’s wearing a sweatshirt that says “Jesus take the wheel” , and you’re staring down the barrels of the local methed out militia’s guns……it’s fairly eye opening, really