All About Pocket Knives

MissouriGuerrilla wrote: ↑Sun Oct 16, 2022 2:10 am when you go in your backyard or your workshop, maybe you're out in the wide open country with trees and a creek or you have that "go to" place to relax and unwind outside and there's no crime, BLM, critical race theory, Antifa, and the other ilk. You go to that place and you'd have no clue or idea of anything wrong. I know when I step outside in my wide open country, it seems like an oasis now more than ever.

*deep breath* *sigh*

FRJ wrote: ↑Mon Oct 17, 2022 2:50 pm I've got the little pond I go to. It's usually pretty quiet but you can get the noise of a siren in the distance on occasion.
It's clean and convenient and the sun and the moon shine on it in their hour.

jerryd6818 wrote: ↑Mon Oct 17, 2022 3:33 pm

FRJ wrote: ↑Mon Oct 17, 2022 2:50 pm I've got the little pond I go to. It's usually pretty quiet but you can get the noise of a siren in the distance on occasion.
It's clean and convenient and the sun and the moon shine on it in their hour.

Where I came from they would call that a lake. Very nice.

FRJ wrote: ↑Mon Oct 17, 2022 2:50 pm I've got the little pond I go to. It's usually pretty quiet but you can get the noise of a siren in the distance on occasion.
It's clean and convenient and the sun and the moon shine on it in their hour.

jerryd6818 wrote: ↑Mon Oct 17, 2022 12:45 pm John, it soothes my soul just looking at that picture. It brings back memories of my Grandpa's old place from back when I was a kid.

TPK wrote: ↑Tue Oct 18, 2022 3:45 am Ken & Phil you guys have what I seek. A place out in the country. Peace & quiet. Good but not too close neighbors. Congrats guys! That sure sounds like a piece of paradise.

Mumbleypeg wrote: ↑Tue Oct 18, 2022 4:34 pm

TPK wrote: ↑Tue Oct 18, 2022 3:45 am Ken & Phil you guys have what I seek. A place out in the country. Peace & quiet. Good but not too close neighbors. Congrats guys! That sure sounds like a piece of paradise.

Tom, if I was in your location I would be looking for a little place in the Black Forest area. My wife and I once spent several vacation days relaxing at a small countryside Gasthof im Schwartzwald, southwest of Titisee. It was not in any town, just along one of the local paved roads between two small towns. When vacationing in Germany we never made a hotel reservation, instead we just stopped wherever we liked it and found a room. Never had a problem doing that.

On this occasion it was late afternoon, we saw the small hotel, Gasthof Talblick, on the side of a hill overlooking a beautiful valley. We turned in to the driveway going up the hill to the hotel and stopped in the small parking area. There was a man on a ladder doing some work on the roof of a barn. He said “Guten Tag!” and came down the ladder. I asked him (in my poor German) if there were any rooms available. He replied (in German) yes we have rooms available, but there will be no food served today because this is my wife’s day off. But there is a very good restaurant just a few kilometers farther down the road where you can have supper.

Then I asked him if beer was available. He looked at me as if I had just asked if he had killed his wife! Then he laughed and said “Naturlich! Immer Bier!!” Translation: “Of course, there is always beer!” (implied - “What a dumb question. What kind of place do you think this is?”)

We took a room on the upper floor with a balcony overlooking the valley. No television, no telephone, no WI-FI, - just a clean, comfortable room. That evening we went to the nearby village restaurant and had an excellent meal. When we returned and came into the hotel the innkeeper and his wife were seated in the lobby watching television (as it turned out, the only television on the property). She immediately jumped up from her chair, went to the kitchen, and brought back two bottles of cold beer!

We stayed there 3 nights and enjoyed every minute. Neither the innkeeper nor his wife spoke English. Somehow she and my wife (who speaks no German) had great conversations. There was a small chapel and a spring house on the hill behind the hotel. The natural spring with clear cold water coming out of the hillside, ran down the hill into the creek that runs through the valley. I sat on the balcony and marveled at the guy cutting hay with a tractor on the side of the steep hill, wondering how he kept from turning it over.

So if I was in your shoes and could afford it (have no idea what a place there would cost), that would be where I’d be. Sorry about the nostalgic ramblings - wish I remembered the location better.

Ken