Friday, August 13, 2010
When we first moved back to Ely after our 9 months in Washington, Scott's mom sent us a beautiful card with a quote from John Muir: "Going to the Woods is Going Home".
The funny thing is, despite having come back here in large part for the area's natural beauty, we ended up spending well over two years in one of the town's busiest locations: The street in front of our house turns into a highway about a block away, and the city recycling center was housed across our back alley until just a couple of months ago.
When the recycling center was relocated, we briefly enjoyed some relative peace and quiet - until our street was torn up for road construction. Several blocks of the street are being redone, and our back yard is now construction central, with trucks beeping from 5:30 a.m. until 9:00 p.m. each work day. There are construction workers camped out back there, too (complete with a porta-potty just across from our garage door).
So far, the actual work has been taking place down the street from us, but this week, the work on our block started. The project's loudest noise has arrived just in time for the summer's highest temps and humidity.
It's a good thing the movers are coming for our furniture two weeks from today, because I don't think this is what John Muir had in mind.