OFF GRID, NO PHONE SERVICE, BUT . . .

I’ve had mixed results with off grid peace and quiet.

Once I stayed in a place the had no telephones in the rooms for just that purpose, peace and quiet.

Sounded very thoughtful until a road grader started grinding across the parking lot pavement the next morning.

It couldn’t have been any closer if it had come through the front door.

My wife and I both chuckle when we talk about our honeymoon. One of us does.

A few minutes after that golden memory, some forty odd years, we’re in a log cabin in a National Park with a similar promise.

I like such promises. With no screens to stare at, what do you do?

Some of this:

 

 

Some of that:

 

Baby, baby, let’s get together
Honey, honey, me and you
And do the things, ah, do the things
That we like to do

 

Also, do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight.

 

And Look Around, That’s What You Do

Without WiFi things take on a new identity.

It’s a different world, unless you can’t stand it.

The lodge in the log cabin outpost on the edge of the North American continent had one bar wifi, and it was enough to draw people to it like a designated smoking area.

People were locked in as much as they could be locked, which seemed unusual.

Why make the effort to disappear from social media and work just to seek it out in an area of spectacular beauty?

 

“Have you looked outside?”

“I will after I finish checking email.”

“It won’t last.”

“I won’t be long.”

“I’m almost done.”

“I’ll see you on the beach.”

 

PS:

When you go off grid, take a book.

Mine were Killers Of The Flower Moon, and Theo of Golden.

Look for reviews coming soon.

 

PSS:

My wife’s book was A Gathering Of Finches.

She read out loud while I played a quiet guitar.

If that’s not a recipe for a good time, I don’t know what is.