One reason I like living around rednecks. After the last hurricane, which didn’t really touch our hood, dudes were patrolling the streets in pickups, hunting downed limbs.

There was a sandy patch on the way into our camp where cars would get stuck. One day I pulled up on 3 with 2 vehicles and a bunch of neighbors working on getting them out. Parked up the street and walked down, “OK. Who we getting out first?” I’ve been towed out myself on 4-5 occasions.

Coolest thing is that all those dirt roads are private. Somebody put their own money into upgrading and fixing the whole mess. There are at least 2 guys that cruise around on their little tractors and grade the streets now and again.