Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to Pirate’s Cove, The Other McCain, Bacon Time and Whores and Ale for the Rule Five links!

Last week was a dismal week, to be sure, and this week looks to be more disturbing still, at least on the political front.  Look for more info on the increasingly-banana republic feel of the last election in the Wednesday links.

Which makes the timing of our activities last week all the more timely.  Last Thursday, we put a bid on a big house on two acres of land in the woods a few miles from Willow, Alaska.  That bid has been accepted, and we have a contract.  We’ll probably move in May, when we can drive the Alaska-Canada Highway safely with truck and trailer.

Granted the reason for the move is not politics; that’s just a fringe benefit.  We’ve been planning this for twenty years.  Mrs. Animal and I wanted to spend our golden years in the Great Land, near wondrous hunting and fishing, in a place where we can breathe free air.  And now we are in a position to do that.

Not too far from our new place.

My goals for the Animal Compound were basic:  I wanted to be able to shoot guns off my deck, brew my own booze (yes, I will be building a still) grow a lot of my own veggies, and enjoy great hunting and fishing.  I can do everything but the last two on my own place, and the last two are within a few minutes’ drive.

So, for my message to the influx of idiots that made Colorado unlivable, and to the various entrenched political machines around the country that have handed us this sham of an election, I paraphrase the great Davey Crockett:

“You may all go to hell.  I will go to Alaska.”