Last weekend Barb visited my underground bunker with me. This was, in part, to celebrate receiving the certificate of occupancy from Clearwater County, and an early birthday celebration. But the main reason I wanted her was to help assembling the dining area table, hang a painting, the towel bars, and the toilet paper holders.
We went a walk every morning and saw some beautiful clouds one day and on another day mountains that were probably nearly 50 miles to the south-east.
In the lower left quadrant, you can see the top of the bunker:
Yes. A very happy birthday to be finally just putting the finishing touches on the bunker. It has been over six years since I began working on the project.
Congrats.
When’s the housewarming party ? I want to see the testing of the M134 overlooking the driveway (Christian Wolff had one behind the window in his garage, I figure you must, too). I’ll bring a bottle of champagne for the christening, some Macallan, and a couple belts of ammo…..
Probably next spring sometime.
I have never drank whiskey and don’t plan to start now. You are welcome to bring some though.
This is the garage overlook.
My little friend Sherman in the garage is not belt fed.
Congratulations on both the birthday and the certificate.
I confess to being disappointed. My fevered fantasies of Idaho included government small and unobtrusive enough to not be in the business of forcing people to pay for a certificate in order to live in a structure they built.
Rationally there are lots of good reasons to have such a thing but it still raises “MUH FREEDOM!” hackles.
Check out Idaho County. The last time I checked, no permits were required there.
My grandma was born up in that neck of the woods. Caribel. Gone now but we’d love to move back there. It’s beautiful country. There was the start of a bunker near Mt Zion, but it just looks like a funky house now.
I had never heard of Caribel Idaho before. It is less than a 90 minute drive from my property. My expectation from the location is that area is exceptionally beautiful.
It wasn’t the first place they had 160 acres a few miles from town originally, but a terrible blizzard hit and kids were killed trying to get to school. They moved into town after that, then down to Kamiah after my great grandmother got sick. It was beautiful where they lived. My great grandfather hunted wolves, coyotes, and cougar. I think for the state. The last building standing in Caribel itself was their barn. It burned down with the big fires about 10 or 15 years ago now
I would expect the possibility of some brutal winters in that area.
Thanks for the history.