10-29-2011, 03:40 PM
@Whitey said: The same applies to building/buying on the highway and expecting it to be a country lane!
That brought back such a fun memory! The first time my daughter and I came over to begin our move from California we were down on red road. We'd stopped along the road to go stick our toes in the little tidal pools. We sat there in disbelief of the crystal clear water; the brisk trade winds and the strong scent and view of the Pacific. After we'd had enough sun on our virgin skin we got up to walk back to the car. I personally detest sand on my person anywhere so I stopped and slapped my flip flops with sufficient force to knock the sand off. The two of us were right in the middle of the road just gabbing and slapping sand off our flip flops when I happened to look up and saw a 'state hwy' sign with a state hwy number designating the very road we'd been in the middle of all that time! I burst into laughter and startled my daughter...I pointed to the sign and asked her if she could imagine us dilly dallying in the middle of any state hwy in California without being hit by a car. Even the PCH up in the mountains away from the cities is fairly busy enough one would never just stand there stomping sand out of your shoes!
We do live somewhere that a sense of 'country' overrides the factual designation of a place. I have learned something during all of this; I was unaware that Papio street was considered a 'hwy'. I understood that it was a hwy on the Kapoho side of the community but did not realize or know that the designation carried through onto our private road. How in the world was that privatized if it is a hwy? I am constantly amazed at the seeming irregularities of such things.
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That brought back such a fun memory! The first time my daughter and I came over to begin our move from California we were down on red road. We'd stopped along the road to go stick our toes in the little tidal pools. We sat there in disbelief of the crystal clear water; the brisk trade winds and the strong scent and view of the Pacific. After we'd had enough sun on our virgin skin we got up to walk back to the car. I personally detest sand on my person anywhere so I stopped and slapped my flip flops with sufficient force to knock the sand off. The two of us were right in the middle of the road just gabbing and slapping sand off our flip flops when I happened to look up and saw a 'state hwy' sign with a state hwy number designating the very road we'd been in the middle of all that time! I burst into laughter and startled my daughter...I pointed to the sign and asked her if she could imagine us dilly dallying in the middle of any state hwy in California without being hit by a car. Even the PCH up in the mountains away from the cities is fairly busy enough one would never just stand there stomping sand out of your shoes!
We do live somewhere that a sense of 'country' overrides the factual designation of a place. I have learned something during all of this; I was unaware that Papio street was considered a 'hwy'. I understood that it was a hwy on the Kapoho side of the community but did not realize or know that the designation carried through onto our private road. How in the world was that privatized if it is a hwy? I am constantly amazed at the seeming irregularities of such things.
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