When I was stationed at Fairchild flying Hueys, we flew a mission down to Calder Id to take a sheriff's team into the back country. There was an old hermit who wintered up in the hills that had not been heard from for a while. Dropped the team off and landed in the big flood plain across the river from Calder to wait for the call to pick them up. Of course, we drew a crowd and spent quite a bit of time talking with the locals. One gentleman, who I believe was the postmaster, said he was a real estate agent and spent most of his time selling plots of land in the flood plain to the out of towners, and then selling it for them every spring when they found out it was under 3 feet of water. Told me if I wanted to retire there, just get in touch with him, and he would sell me some good land.
