We like to browse real estate listings, especially for desert land. It's a poor woman's hobby, and pretty exciting if you have a 4X4 to check things out in.
There is quite a bit of wild Arizona land for sale, and some of it is fairly cheap, like us. If you're reading this on a cold February day in New York State, you're fed up enough to buy some sight-unseen. But first, let us show you the unseen sights.
We bumped over a lot of road, but this turned us around. This is something Google won't tell you: you own land, but you can't get to it.
|Edna, they have AVENUES! How bad could it be?|
|Edna, who knew it could be this bad?|
Your land may be a thoroughfare. I'm not saying this is a deal-breaker. If you bring an RV to your property, travelers will probably find a quieter route.
Charming property with three wells! Perfect for alternative housing fans! Bring your imagination and a cash offer! Won't last long!
|Edgy, avant garde embellishments festoon this quaint locale!|
Thanks, Google. That clears it up.
Your land may have a wash running through it. This is not dreadful, unless you park in it. Look at the height of the vertical part of the bank. You can expect this much water to run through it. If this wash is wide, or it intercepts your access to the road, you may find yourself cut off from
*These would not be your biological children
You shouldn't expect to drop a well here, and in some cases, you may not find a service to bring water in. Roads can be primitive.
If all this excites rather than discourages, you may be the perfect candidate for the most complete quiet most people will never experience. Shove over - we'll park next to you.
Excitement runs high here at the Ducky part of the desert, where we've had a sleepover.
We met this very nice fella three weeks ago, right here at the ranch. He was looking good! Spirits high, a pal by his side. They dropped in to say "Howdy! Bygones!" after chasing us for a mile in the Tracker. [It was a scary mile.]
When he showed up Sunday night, he was alone and skeletal. He showed off his ribs like he had held up a BBQ joint. He just wandered up and laid down in front of the Duck. Annie fed him and we expected he'd head home, but he stayed all night; he even did some guard duty with a few massive WOOFs. Will wOrk fOr Food.
Yesterday morning he just stayed on, laying in the sun. "Good boy!" got a tail thump, but that's all. He was sad and tired.
It's going to get cold in these parts. AGAIN. *shakes tiny ineffectual fists at Arizona* So, we coaxed him inside as practice, in case he needs to come in later this week. Today he's back out charting the desert, so we'll see what happens tonight. Maybe he just needed some time away to think, and he'll head back to wherever he considers home. He'll apologize to the missus, maybe bring her something dead. WE WERE ON A BREAK! We think there's a story there, though.
Back in the Northeast, in this situation I'd say "Did you lose a nice yellow dog? I mean, did you stop feeding a nice yellow dog? Did you do something so bad that a loyal individual like a dog would leave you?" ← I would say this to myself in the car on the way over
Here in Arizona, a mile from the nearest county road, I'd say "Put that gun away. Did you stop feeding a nice yellow dog ... ?"