Return with me to yesteryear, just about three and a half years ago.
The county was ignoring the road. How awful. The county was ignoring the road and it did not go over well with Nicole.
She pays a whopping $200 annually in property taxes on that shitty property and for that, she expects service, god damn it. In February, on a gravel road. Fix it.
She called the county and the state. She called everybody.
You know what?
Dave and I lived on an unpaved road in Alaska for ten years. Not only was it unpaved, but we had a slight hill to climb to get to the main road, which was paved about five years after we moved there.
The borough plowed the roads, but of course the main roads came first and our road was secondary. Alaska gets snow all winter long usually, and sometimes we’d have six inches or even a foot of snow on our road before the plow came.
And we managed.
It was amazing that we did.
Nobody griped and fussed and called the borough and state.
A few times, we all got together and put out salt ourselves. Sometimes we got snow blowers and shovels and dug our way out.
See that? That’s as good as the road ever got in winter. That’s typical. And that’s midday.
And yeah, we had winter tires. When you live in the wilderness, that’s what you do. You prepare to live in the wilderness.
You don’t move to the wilderness and then complain bitterly because the county doesn’t come plow your road immediately. In Kentucky, if they wait just a couple of days, they don’t have to plow gravel back roads with only a few houses on them. It will melt. That means they don’t have keep as many people working plows, and it means they don’t have own as many plow trucks.
That’s why the taxes are only $200. You pay almost nothing and you get almost nothing.