Trailerparkism

There is a little town in the Sierra-Nevada mountains not too far from lake Tahoe above Reno Nevada but on the California side. This small town used to be a thriving well off place where you could raise a family and easily find employment in the logging industry or as a teacher maybe even a police officer. This place is labeled "the loneliest town in America" and it's pretty true use say. I myself was born in Portland Oregon where it rains constantly and there is no end to the cement and concrete.

My mother and father split up when I was 3 years old and my mom goes out and learns to drive truck with my grandpa. He taught her well that's for sure. So we left Portland and moved to Loyalton California. I'm guessing it was so she could find a good job driving. We lived in a few different places around Loyalton at first then at some point we moved to the mobile home park at the edge of town, this was a small trailer park with an entrance just off the main street that turned to dirt and circled back around about a half of a city block in size and came out on the same road as you turned off of to enter. This was the easiest and cheapest place to live in that town. It was not a high class gated and guarded place with security all over by no means but it also wasn't living in a car or tent or relatives living room.

I was happy with living in that mobile home park even though things got pretty crazy between teenagers rebelling, parent

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s with domestic violence issues, drugs, and all that drama. I have seen 'em all, every kind of person you could imagine came through that mobile home park. Some moved in and rented a trailer space while others either already lived there at that time or owned there trailer. Half the property was dirt and grass where all the empty spaces were at the opposite end. That's where all of us kids would go play and raise hell. Bmx bike races on the dirt road through the park or sledding off the hill at the empty side of the park.

There was a hill that stretched along the edge of the property with a field on top and a row of trailers that over looked the whole trailerpark , beyond that a little higher behind those mobile homes hidden behind big pine trees was the senior complex and even farther up the hill was sage brush rock and the road that the trailerpark was on and it went up around a corner and dead ended at the ancient cemetary over looking the town and valley.

Behind that was the giant ash pit for the cogeneration saw mill owned by Sierra Pacific industries who also employed many if the logging operations. This area was built at the edge of a huge valley and base of a mountain rage. One good sized mountain towered our side of town...tv hill.....more on this in part 2 " trailerpark life" this gets pretty crazy and different. Incest , domestic violence, drugs, child molesters , sex , abuse , murder, ghosts, demons, and insanity.