It's a romantic little clip. Brings me back to Boy Scouts.
Growing up, my mother read Mother Earth News before it was
glossy, fed us Yogurt she made (but she always wanted a cow to
do it herself). I think she always had something similar, more
akin to "Frontier Woman" dreams. But we lived in a New Jersey
suburb and could see the world trade center from a tall roof.
Still, her dreams rubbed off on me. My brother too. My brother
moved to Florida when he was 19 and that was 3+ decades ago. He
likes to hunt every deer season and live in the woods as much as
possible even though there's family. About 13 years ago, we did
a merge. We all got a house together and built it on a street
with no houses, trees all around. It was a garbage street -
people dumped their garbage there. So, he cleaned it up while
they were building the house. Now there's more people on the
street. We're the one with the long driveway at the bottom 1/2
with the house in the middle of the woods. Right now, on my
screen porch, all the woods are around me. We built our barn
ourselves but it was out of bought lumber and we kept as many
trees as possible. Still, I once made a side shed for the
biycles when they were kids out of found wood and it was strong
and lasted about 8 years before a hurricane knocked a tree down
into it. She still talks about living off the grid and we all
may end up doing that one day - in which case, I'll disappear
off the 'net (after non stop net 'since 1989) In theory, we
could do a lot of what he does in this video, while ALSO being
able to drive to the store, although not really walk to it.
Still, we have neighbors but a lot of wilderness. If I go
straight down the end of the road we're connected to - maybe 20
blocks or so, we're in a Everglades Restoration Project, which
theyre turning BACK into wilderness. Not quite all as romantic
as finding a spot where no one is in Alaska and getting your
stuff flown in though. But I like all the trees. -- There used
to be an expression: "If you believe that, I got a piece of
swampland to sell ya". Trivia: I'm living ON that swampland from
that expression. The great land scam in the late 1960s. But we
bought it in 1999, long after the land-scam was over and the
land market settled but was still dirt cheap here. The road
coming in was dirt and bumpy. It's paved now. I'm ok with that.
In theory, I could go hard-core like that guy right here. But
it's not that far of a jump. Food would be the hardest issue
though. Food would definitely be the hardest issue. In fact,
food would just about be the only issue. I could live without
our 250 TV channels. Internet. Electricity. Phone, air
conditioning. But really, I don't want to. I like my Internet.
Air conditioning is great when I get bored sitting out here on
the porch or overheated. I like my stinky well water. Everybody
else makes me shock it once in a while. == also, gardening. It
sucks. 8 years in a row I tried making a garden we could live
off of. Most of it was fine, but the tomatoes kept getting eaten
by ants. Organic gardening? Forget it. Three years in a row of
_wasted time_ with that. The other 4-5 yrs of Ken's gardening
experiment, I threw the least amount of pesticide I thought
necessary. Still not enough towards the end. Ants. Nemotodes
getting the roots. Whatever. But picking semi-green was the way.
Too many tomatoes to know what to do with. Still, it was a lot
of work. Winter freeze days (we get maybe two or three below
freezing nights) meant I'd hysterically cover the plants, put
heating lamps under it... trying to save those suckers so they
could finish growing. My heart would beat out of its chest. I
couldn't sleep that night... the tomators! the tomatoes! the
tomatoes! I saved most of them every year but the first. I
didn't like the drama though. I hate drama tongue emoticon ==
Anyway this wasn't about the OP. But seeing the "Alone in the
Wilderness" thing with the panflute music and all that made me
think about where I'm at right now. As far as the OP [1]Zack
Lilly - eh. I did that life minimally - worked for Big Pharma in
New Jersey. Systems Analyst. I saw people who were happy with
the "work 8 hrs, go to disneyland once a year", husband, wife, 2
kids and a dog, looking to go into bigger and bigger houses.
Plenty of them. Were they sheep? Eh nah. Just provincial.
City/suburban villagers as it were. Most of them will go with
the statistics and die 75 miles away from where they grew up. ==
Cool smile emoticon I might've camped there near there as a kid.
We used to go camping all over New Jersey. Mostly at Maple Lake.
I have no idea where Maple Lake is come to think of it. Just the
name. Anyway, yeah, Florida's not my first choice. But life's
short, so I took the adventure instead of keeping the high $$
job. So far, not bad. It's different in any case. I was on my
way out to a monastery at 30, so this was an alternative and I
took it. Couldn't stand the NJ stressors. Too many ppl packed on
top of each other. Naples is more urbanized, even in the redneck
part where I live The rednecks here are faux-rednecks. [although
there *is* a KKK enthusiast a block away - probably local dragon
or whatever they do] But our neighborhood here (Golden Gate
Estates) is a pretty equal mix of hispanic, hatian and caucasian
irish/scotch, so everybody gets along in any case. We all have
to contend with the bears stealing our garbage so there's never
racial/religious issues here that I've seen.
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