|Yes, I stole this picture from Irish.|
I'm interviewing properties for the future site of Camp Snoopy and the Castle Anthrax.
I won't be moving anytime soon, but buying in the near future, and working on it until I do, will mean the day I retire, everything's done and paid for, turn-key ready, so I pull up the drawbridge, close the perimeter access, and leave the "BFYTW!" Unwelcome Mat at the front gate, and the world can mind its own business, and I'll mind mine, until the day I die.
No, you don't get site pictures. Yet.
(I have several locations to look at, and I'll be taking a few hundred pics myself.)
Yes, it's still within the confines of Califrutopia.
(Yes, I've seen your state, for at least 36 values of that word, and some of them are pretty. None of them enough to make me want to move there. The devil you know, etc.)
But far from the madding crowds hereabouts.
Like firing-range-in-the-back-yard far away, as opposed to firing-range-on-the-surrounding-streets close.
And in regions of CA where getting a CCW is as hard as asking for one, rather than unobtanium. (Yes, that's actually over half the state, btw.)
And the last time they elected a Democommunist was...gee, never.
They're not hard to find in this state, once you head east of I-5.
If you need entertainment, head over to Feral Irishman's site, and scroll downwards through his blog list, or go over to the right on mine. I'm sure you'll find a few folks worth reading until I'm back in a day or two.