Just Another Day in Paradise

Ian and I drove the ten miles up to Doyle, California today to mail some packages at the post office. Here's a little Doyle humor. To give some perspective, Doyle is located 40 miles southeast of Susanville in Long Valley at an elevation of 4275 feet - our house is at 5,000 feet. It's 45 miles northwest of Reno and has a population of 1,175. In other words, there isn't much Doyle in Doyle, other than the gas station and post office.

This is another once upon a time place in the high desert. The area is highly agri-
cultural, mostly beef cattle and hay, no boom and too much bust.


Once a thriving church, this structure is now the lonely sentinel of the local cemetery.



We drove into a ranch on the way home because a roadside sign advertised hay for sale. They've been in the hay business for a long time, by the look of things. We wrote down the phone number on their sign to call from home.














Since there's no place to eat in Doyle, we decided to drive down to Chilcoot. We snagged friend and Chilcoot denizen Toni, who was cleaning llama poo and took her with us the local and only eatery. She forgot that she had her house phone in her pocket so got some interesting noises. Have I mentioned how much I love retirement?

We got home to a phone message about a great hay deal and ended up ordering a ton. How about them apples?