Today was a full moon. How is that possible?
Oops, allow me to backtrack. First and foremost, thanks to everyone who kindly urged me on in the writing of my tongue-in-cheek literary wild goose chase. I will probably (eventually) add to it, but not here. I have a half a dozen or so other avenues to play with it, if I so choose. I don't know yet where I'll put it, or even if I'll really go any further with it.
This diary isn't meant for anything more than an attempt to blow off steam and work out the details of my real life. In general, anything seriously creative doesn't belong here, unless it's a creative way to keep from killing one of my children.
Back to the full moon and its effects, or lack thereof.
Normally when there's a full moon out, it's very easy to tell. The word lunatic was invented for a reason. Every crazy in the world chooses days like today to run amok. And who knows? Maybe they did and for once, I wasn't privy to it. I appreciate the reprieve, if so!
It was pretty placid for a full moon. I went on a road trip, loved the scenery and crisp spring weather in the high country, and generally had a great time. Very cool day, in every meaning of the word; it rained on us, reminding me a great deal of the California coast, someplace I haven't been in forever.
My baby sister had a visitor from California and the two of them drove up here, arriving approximately noon. Given that the grand tour of this place takes all of -- oh, I dunno. Maybe five minutes? We decided to drive up to the area where I'm considering a move, Payson.
As the image at right shows, the Payson area is dramatically different than the region where I now live, even though it's only a couple of hours' drive from here. It's perched at the base of the Mogollon Rim, and situated at an elevation of about 5000 feet.
While I didn't take the photo, we DID see some of the white-tail deer today while driving - a herd of six or seven crossed the road just ahead of us, much to the delight of my sister and her guest. Furthermore, while the average postcard picture (which that is) enhances color and other attributes, this one isn't an exaggeration. It really is that green this year, the grass and trees that thick. Just gorgeous.
We drove a little past Payson proper, into the community of Christopher Creek. There are a handful of rustic homes and cabins parked alongside the creek (creek pictured left,) along with a general store, a steakhouse, a realty, and so on. We stopped at the general store to take a look around, and while there I mentioned I might be moving into the area, but worried about housing costs.
Now, for anyone who hasn't read that far back, I warned in one of my earliest Diaryland entries that anyone from back east should close their eyes when reading the price for which a small bungalow was for sale.
Fair warning. If that number got to you, you'd better shut down your browser and read no further, because this one will give you a coronary.
If you're still reading, I won't be responsible for any injuries you incur, self-inflicted or otherwise.
The lady running the little store told me she's renting her place for $165 a month, but that I should watch the repos in the area, because the last one sold for $1000.
No, I didn't miss a zero or a comma. That's ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS.
I'm assuming that these are pretty rustic places, but still... Even if I got a job for what I'm making here, I could buy a place outright for a thousand bucks. In an area like the above pictures.
The downside would be that it's 22 miles from Payson, where I'd work and have to do most or all of my shopping, and in winter that would be an issue, because there IS snow in that area, and lots of it. There are days every winter when the highway is closed because of snow and ice.
It's also a pretty safe bet that there is no high-speed Internet service there. Heck, I'd be surprised if there's DIAL UP Internet service there.
But if they aren't in an ico (independent telephone company) I could sign up for the same long-distance deal I've got at home now and go with a dial-up provider like MSN or whatever and still have Internet access, plus my long distance. I'd have to have two phone lines.
If nothing else, if I can buy a place for $1000, I can live there through the summer months and then put it up for sale as a cabin, then move closer to town before winter sets in.
Of course all of this is predicated on whether or not I strike a viable deal with the station in Payson, which is by no means a done deal. At least now I feel a little better about the prospect.