Here in the country, people help each other. For instance,
if you happen to try and drive an RV up a small hill without accounting for the
possibility of bottoming out due to the slope of the land, someone will come
over with their tractor to push your RV up the hill!
In this case, S and I were
trying to park our “new” 1985 RV in what seemed like a good location, when the trailer hitch got
stuck in the grass.
Along came J to lift the RV and push it up the hill with a tractor
while S
drove the RV onto concrete blocks to park it.
Here's the video version.
In hindsight, I wish we had not parked the RV under the
black walnut tree. Not only could we have avoided the whole bottoming out /
getting pushed by a tractor situation if we’d chosen a different spot, but we
also wouldn’t have had to listen to hundreds of loud banging sounds on the RV
roof all fall long as each nut fell off the tree one by one... S had mentioned
some concern about the walnut tree before we decided on the spot, but I really
couldn’t imagine at the time why it would be a problem. And now, when the RV (that’s
more trailer home than vehicle) is no longer easily moved, I know better… Next
time I park an RV I’ll pay closer attention to land contours and nut/fruit tree
locations before choosing a spot!
I spent the first 22 years of my life as a suburbanite and the next 10 as an urbanite. And now…I’ve gone country! As in, a town of 500 people in a county of 15,000. As in, only 1 stop light for the entire county, located at the cross roads of the two-block by two-block “downtown” area. As in, the closest major airport is almost three hours away. As in, country accents, country music, and country dancing. And then there are the wilder country inhabitants –mountains full of trees as far as the eye can see, abundant water flowing freely, and the sounds of insects and birds all day and night. Deer, groundhogs, frogs, lizards, hawks, ravens, and skunks have all crossed my path, and of course there are the domesticated creatures as well - cows, bison, horses, chickens, donkeys, pigs, goats and many more.
Not only have I gone country, I’ve gone cuuuuhntry.
As in, no plumbing, but “running water” flowing constantly from the kitchen sink as our spring stops by the house on its way down to the creek.
As in, a two-hole outhouse...
covered in green velour.
As in, a house built with logs and a stacked rock foundation
- where the floor joists still have the bark on them.
As in, a pig shed, meat curing shed,
and half-fallen down root cellar
among many other out buildings.
This blog chronicles my homesteading adventures with S as we commune with this land. With multi-dimensional visions of what this place could become, we endeavor to help restore an unbalanced ecosystem through permaculture principles, trial and error, passion, and reverence for the beauty and peace of our new home. Also, you’ll get to see me wearing overalls and mucking boots :)
In this case, S and I were
trying to park our “new” 1985 RV in what seemed like a good location, when the trailer hitch got
stuck in the grass.
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