This would have been a lot more believable, it we hadn’t been in the middle of a forest, miles from electricity and internet access. Apparently, others shared our doubts, because not far from this very sign was an abandoned housing site that was strewn with evidence of a party – cans, bottles, clothing, graffitti, and (shall we say) “other stuff.”
This was in the heart of Muddlety. As much as I hate litter, I’d take woods with trash over the hillside scraped bare any day.
For more bittersweet recollections of this place:
Quiet on the Mountain [Nina]
Muddlety’s Butterflies [Julie]
Hairpin Turns, Oh My [Mary]
One More Muddlety Memory [Kathleen]
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Rurality, I don’t think that signs work anywhere. But at least this one gave us a laugh.
I wish my county had signs like that. Probably wouldn’t work here either though.
Betsy, Same here. I think I feel the loss more acutely the older I get.
Fishing Guy, it didn’t work. Bit we all liked the sign.
I would too, Wren. I grew up in southwest Virginia (as you know) –and they did alot of strip mining there (just cleaning the entire mountain-sides). Even when I was young, I hated that. Now –I detest it.
Hugs,
Betsy
Wren: That is one way to get your attention.
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