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Interesting. Never heard of US-67 before.

I occasionally get into reading about US highways and interstates, especially their terminuses. Yeah, rather arbitrary stuff, but I'm somehow drawn to it.

Somewhat related is I also get a real kick out of what I call "the last house", which is a situation along a road/highway where it's one house after another, and then suddenly a confluence of roads/highways. A "last house" borders on such. And since we're generally talking places of significant traffic, I often wonder what it's like to live in such.

We owned a "last house" of sorts several years ago that we AirBNB'd. It didn't start out that way, but changes to a railway situation in that town led to the house/property becoming isolated except by way of an alley. <Deity>, I'll never forget when the train company people rode some of their huge equipment through our yard, creating significant yard divots.. and then also put up some kind of non-trivial electronic board right on the border of our lot. Much taking of photos, angry email and phone calls. It led only to minimal repair, and we couldn't see "lawyering up" leading to much more than ongoing frustration.

We managed to sell for a small profit, so apparently others still saw value where we saw "writing on the wall".

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~tffb wrote (thread):

a friend, Bo, worked for MoDot/IllDot for years (Dept of Transportation) and it was wild the shortcuts and small roads we went through on treks to backpacking locations, SE Missouri, SW Illinois.

I get the last house scenario. Like the last shreds of civilization before looking out to vast expansion. Pevely had that. Looking over 55 and fields forever. It was previous a KOA location.

Farmington is less "last house" expansiveness, and more hub/holdout in a dense, vast forrested area. Hundreds of miles of protected forest surround Farmington.

I envy those in the trapper cabins of N Alaska. The remote, isolation of it all. Albeit. With skills and knowledge to get theres and get FROM there, in time. But unparalleled solitude - not a thing to take for granted.