Sunday, April 12, 2009

We're there!

I have to breathlessly utter that phrase upon any sort of arrival, a la Lloyd Christmas in one of the greatest road trip movies there is.

But I am there. Or here, rather. It's snowy. I got in last night and spent the morning sweeping and mopping out the mouse poop and a winter's worth of dust. They never clean these places. We'll see how clean I leave it when my season here is over. Also, last year's tenant apparently had a dog.

The only sorts of outlets piercing the logs that form my new digs are the electrical variety, so it looks like the dream of internet is out. I'm not surprised, having lived this sort of twentieth-century monastic existence a few times before. We'll just have to see how I manage to keep up with the intertubes between work and trips into town (about 35 miles.) At least I get cell phone reception out there, so I'm not totally cut off.

As soon as I finish stirring up all the hantavirus from the corners of my cabin, I'll put together a comprehensive written tale of my recent travels and edit together the hours and hours of video footage I gathered. Kidding; it's probably only one hour, but I promise to condense it to four minutes or less.

Until then, carry on without me as best you can. Shit, I'm surprised this whole internet dealy hasn't just collapsed without my constant presence. Yet, at least.

12 comments:

nancypearlwannabe said...

Exciting! It almost sounds peaceful, to be out in the woods with no internet and nothing to distract you from the fresh air and the sounds of birds and crickets...

Until I really think of having no internet. And living 35 miles from a town. And then I start to get a little freaked out and anxious. But hey! Cell reception!

Jacob said...

Glad you made it there safely. Too bad you don't have a phone like mine. I never use it for calling people, but it does handle most of the internet pretty nicely. Posts to blogger like a dream.

Julie said...

It's true. You can harness the power of the interwebs on a decent cell phone. You wouldn't want to compose an entire blog on it but it works for checking email in a pinch.

Hooray, you're there!

Allie said...

Mickey, that pic of you straddling the crevasse makes me nervous. Cave-y type things give me the willies.

J has an iPhone and then some software that allows him to hook up his computer and use iPhone access, if you start feeling desperate, that might be an option.

The internet hasn't collapsed without you, but it has been a little unsteady on its feet.

Rachel said...

I'm so glad to read of your safe arrival! I agree -- it does sound very peaceful to be out there communing with nature, but I would start to freak out after a few hours without the internet. How would I know when things are happening?

I look forward to hearing about your travels!

The Modern Gal said...

Good riddance to ya.

I keed, I keed.

courtney said...

Just make sure all the hantavirus is gone before I get there, mmmkay?

Chris said...

That was racist, Modern Gal.

I keed, too.

Glad to hear your truck made it most of the way across the country, Mickey. I was a little nervous for you, having driven well-worn vehicles on long road trips before myself (albeit never as far as Wyoming).

A Free Man said...

Glad to hear you made it. Watch out for lonely cowboys. Or Dick Cheney.

Erin said...

I would kill to live in a cabin. What town are you closest to?

Julie said...

Erin, you do realize it's a little creepy to say that you would kill for a cabin and then casually ask where the cabin is located, right?

Erin said...

Haha, Mickey knows I ain't leaving Utah. We only go to Wyoming for booze.