So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Friday, May 18, 2018
Last of the van trips
There were a couple of things I wanted to do with the van before getting rid of it. One was launching the sailboat in the lake. That went well enough. The second thing was bringing a utility trailer full of junk to the transfer station.
That was a fiasco. First of all, I never liked going there. It's always a hassle. You need a permit to dump stuff. Everything goes to different places at the transfer station. Some of the people who work there are little tyrants.
We've been slowly adding junk to the trailer since last summer. Because of that, everything was well mixed together. I knew I'd have to sort everything out by hand. The place was packed. They were doing everything by the book. There's a weigh station where you are supposed to get weighed coming in and going out. That was total confusion as people kept trying to enter from both sides at the same time. The attendant was alone and trying to be three places at once.
Eventually the guy waved me in. My permit checked out. The worker studied my load and told me where to put everything. So far, so good. Everything had to be unloaded, sorted, and then the van driven to the next area. By the time I got to the end of the line, the other attendant didn't agree with the first guy on where stuff should go. Some of my load had to be hauled back to an earlier station. While this is going on, other people are trying to maneuver their trucks and trailers around. It felt good to get out of there.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.