A Hazy Sort of Plan

Sometimes in life there comes a turning point, a chance to make a break, messy or otherwise, and find a new start.

Of course all that sounds very cliché, but it is hard to explain without spouting some familiar words and phrases. The short version is, I was analog and the world had become digital.

My wife and I knew we wanted to get off the grid as much as possible, but we weren't sure what that meant. We knew we wanted to be closer to a lake or the ocean. We wanted to stay reasonably close to our kids, but we wanted out of the city--away from the concrete, streetlights and traffic.

With our house in town on the market, we began to browse Zillow in search of a new home. Kathy is a city girl, originally from the gulf coast of Florida, but she loves getting out in the woods, camping, hiking and watching the wildlife. I'm a country boy, from a farm in the foothills of the Ozarks. I'd been away from the farm for over forty years, but I had always managed to garden on some level for most of my life. I longed to return to a rural life. We found half a dozen places that seemed like possibilities, but they sold quickly.

Finally, our house sold and a new listing appeared on the market. I can't really say it was perfect, because we didn't have a clear idea what perfect was, but we were interested. The place (this place) was roughly five acres, mostly woodland, with a roomy thirty-five year old double-wide mobile home at the top of the hill. The driveway winds a quarter mile from the dirt road out front. We saw a lot that we liked: privacy, wildlife, hiking trails on our own land and plenty of room for our pack of rescue dogs.

We put in a cash offer, drove back to town to get our folding chairs and returned to the ridge. It only took a few minutes sitting on the front deck to convince us this was our new home. It has a well, septic, it's all electric and there is a fireplace in the living room. We were still mostly on the grid, but at least we were free from the gas company.




Wildflowers and a view from the front meadow.

Stephen

All photos are copyright 2017, Stephen P. Scott

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