"The Cabin in The Woods"
It's been some time since a new edition of the Beaver Examiner was printed out and we apologize to the 42 people in town literate enough to peruse it. We are also making sure to send copies to the local outhouses for the rest of you concerned about the ever-thinning Sear's catalogs now somewhere between watering troves and undergarments. The Tornado that flattened the Printing building and took the press with it obviously felt a letter to the editor was not a strong enough message for recent disparaging articles concerning the crappy weather in eastern Wyoming.
Now back to our continuing coverage of Sir-Real Estate's local home review.
One might consider this rustic amalgamation of sticks a thin barrier to mother nature's wrath but here in the Rockies, her anger is as furious as a hornet's nest homestead in a tumble weed.
"There ain't no welcome mat for a reason!" says owner Kim Trails. "I never liked any of you in town and the vampires are at least accustomed to formality."
People in Wyoming see windows as a blessing and a curse. They allow you to survey the plot you settled, and they remind you you're in Wyoming.
A rain barrel, the only type of Barrel in these parts it's safe to look down the end of.
You got an axe to grind? Beaverlick, WY. is the town for you!
This spacious dwelling is cozy enough for a wedded couple and their 6 surviving children by pioneer standards. (Based on the census of 1860)
A Franklin Central heating system (1887)
The Kitchenette is perfect for cooking up some "True Grits" and flavored with whatever you shot this morning.
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness, around here it's also next to impossible."
Unnamed Sod Buster (1872)
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