If only I could get ten Jewish families (one rabbi included) to move here, my new address would be Yacolt, Washington.
There is no such thing as a poor view or a yeah-yeah piece of scenery. Every which-way you turn, it's God-beautiful! Trees trees trees. Trees of every description and shade of green no matter which way you turn. There must be sixty-leven shades of green around here.
A lot of homes are of the manufactured variety, permanently emplaced, on huge lots. There may be an apartment complex here, but I haven't come across it yet. Single family homes are the norm.
This town may have a total population of 2,000 (up from the 1,072 of last year), and I hope it doesn't grow much more. There's a fire station, but the sheriff's department in Battle Ground provides whatever policing might be necessary. But for library service, one must go to Battle Ground. To my way of thinking, that's about the only drawback to living here. There's at least one doctor and one lawyer whose signs I have seen, oh, yes, and a realtor
Street lights are dim, and spaced at intersections, so the ambient ground level light allows for a spectacular view of the heavenly bodies!
This town is surrounded by mountains. Yes, mountains. Thick with evergreens. I've seen three homes tucked away on the mountain I can see from Megan's porch. There's no cell phone reception here because of the high mountains and the lack of communication towers. The land lines work, though.
The almost full moon looks like a huge ball just outside the back windows. Venus peeks over the mountain in due time, but I have to go out to the driveway to spot her.
It's so pretty here.
And quiet.
Bless