Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Helping Hands


In this tiny town, people genuinely care about each other, whether they know one another or not. While this particular instance of receiving help stands out because it was so dramatic, I have experienced it in so many different ways in the few months I’ve been here!






S and I were driving a truckload of wood to the local hardware store, returning extra plywood, 6x6 posts, 2x4 boards etc. that we hadn’t needed for our building project.


The load was too long to fit in the bed of the truck, so the tailgate was open and the wood was piled in. We had neglected to tie it down, taking the advice that it wouldn’t be necessary to secure it since the weight of the 6x6 posts would keep the load in the cab. The person who advised us not to tie it down is generally knowledgeable about such matters and had just single-handedly picked up and loaded posts too heavy for the two of us to lift into the truck together. So we stapled the red flag to the end of the longest board to warn other drivers, and headed out.
(Not our actual wood)



 As we pulled up to a stop sign on a very slight incline, we heard a loud thump and the whole truck jumped a bit. Unsure what had happened, we got out and saw all the wood lying on the asphalt.





 

(Not our actual helpers -it happened too fast for photo documentation!)

Before we even had a chance to react or to wonder how we would reload the truck with such heavy materials, two people appeared out of the bushes in reflective gear. Literally. They walked out from between the shrubs, in their work clothes and gloves, and started immediately reloading the wood into our truck cab!





 

As they were lifting the posts, we learned that they had been in the truck directly in front of us, had heard the crash and immediately parked and got out to see what had happened. After lifting all the lumber into the truck, they helped us tie it down - all in less than 5 minutes. We were back on the road before we had even started to problem solve the mishap! I am so grateful for the interdependence of this place where people proactively stop to help each other (and are prepared with all the necessary gear need to do so)!


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I'm coming out... country!

I'm coming out... country!

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 :)