One of the biggest differences between our life in North Idaho and our old life in Scottsdale are the neighbors.
Sure we had neighbors in Scottsdale, the kind that came with high fences and nods. We even knew a few names but we weren't really, well, friendly. Everybody had their own lives and not much in common and the entire neighborhood was transitory.
Not so here.
Our one set of true neighbors, the only ones who live here year round anyway, introduced themselves and gave phone numbers the day we moved in. They also noticed the AR, and said we should go shooting sometime.
4 months later, and they drop in on a fairly regular basis their (grown and almost grown) kids included. They ask to borrow tools and the canoe, I get the occasional technical help with the lawnmower, that kind of stuff. We live next to some really nice, well-armed ex-canucks.
So today the entire family is in Coeur D'Alene running an errand and Chris decides we need to go to a hobby shop. He wants to introduce the kids to model rocket building and wants a pre-made kit to gauge their real interest.
Fast forward a few hours and we've got a launch pad set up on our newly mowed lawn with the kids waiting anxiously. We have our acre and a half, the acre next door that consists of the community water access, and our neighbor's acre and a half, and lake right in front of us. Plenty of drop zone for the rocket.
The contractor who is rebuilding our stairs tomorrow comes by to drop off the materials so we invite him and his son to watch.
Then I call out to the neighbor. He still has guests left over from his family reunion this weekend (4 RVs camped out on his lawn, quite a sight) so he and his grab lawn chairs to watch the action. We warn him the rocket may land on his side; he's good with that.
13 people, 6 on our lawn and 7 across the fence, watch the rocket reach an estimated apex of 1000 ft, and watch it fall. The nose lands in our yard, the body in the community lot.
And everybody is well entertained.
This is what passes for entertainment out here, and I'm glad we get to share it with such great people.
Cheap thrills shared with friends and neighbors can't be beat. Even in the 'burbs, one of our best 4th's (BC..before children) was a bunch of us loading up remote controlled cars with safe 'n lame fireworks...lighting them up and doing races around the cul de sac. Fire + Motion + good neighbors (+ many beers)= good memories.
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