I used to love going to Greasewood Flats because it truly felt like you were out in the middle of nowhere, even though you were only a 30 minute drive from the city. Despite the fact that it is now surrounded by mansions, high-end resorts and fancy restaurants, I still like going to Greasewood Flats to sit by the campfire, drink beer, listen to country music and watch the resident mutts wrestle on the dance floor (and by mutts, I mean actual dogs - this was not a reference to some of the clientele). Of course, with all the recent development it no longer feels like you’re in the middle of nowhere, but my loyalty is now due to the fact that these people have the spine to stand up to all the developers who would love to get their hands on the land on which Greasewood Flats sits. So Happy Birthday Greasewood Flats! And here’s to another 30 years as one of the last holdouts of the way things used to be.

P.S. If you don’t know what or where Greasewood Flats is, read this.

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