Shots Fired! Shots Fired! No big deal here. Our neighbor about a half-mile away is preparing for hunting season. I know this because we can hear the crack of his guns being fired at targets in his yard. It’s far enough away that it isn’t a bother. Where I grew up this type of thing would draw quite a bit of attention. Here the most people who don’t like it can do is complain about the noise if it’s bothering them.
It’s really pretty quiet here. Other than an occasional car on a gravel road, quad, dog barking and chainsaw, we can hear the wind in the trees, some birds, the highway about a mile away and the railroad near the highway. Nothing is loud enough it disrupts conversations or causes a distraction.
Sounds we don’t miss. Banging rap music emanating from cars in front of our house. People talking or dogs barking below our bedroom window at the ungodly hour of 9:00pm; Airplanes overhead; Sirens; Loud cars and motorcycles. All these things can be found in Northern Idaho. All too far away to hear from here.
I worry that the lack of noise, contact with people and solitude will be a challenge. We may hate it some day. For now though, it feels peaceful, like a retreat.
