I fondly recall the days I would visit museums and how that glimpse into the past of the hardy people living in shacks or tents would absolutely fascinate me. I would imagine myself back in time and always had a desire to live like that - a simpler, less complicated life. I could picture the people so vividly in their tiny homes, surviving on what little they had, but doing so much with it.
Well! After a mere four days in the wall tent, I can say those people are my heroes. I've had some great moments, and also some very frustratingly difficult moments! Oh yeah, I've asked myself countless times (as the rain POURED DOWN so much I now call myself "Soggy Stacie"), "what the HELL am I doing?!?! I had a nice cozy (albeit, mouse-infested) cabin I could have stayed in till my new place is built. But nooooo.... Stacie has to do things the difficult way. Sometimes I amaze, yet frustrate myself. It's like the rational side of my brain just decides to take a holiday once in a while. Or maybe it's just the "adventurous" side that wants to take over?
At any rate...
Home Sweet Home! It has been pretty cozy actually. Well, except for the rain, hence the gigantic tarp covering EVERYTHING!!!
The dogs in their new digs! The first night - they were wired and excited at their new surroundings.
Mmmm... coffee tastes SO much better outside! Oh, and I've found the cure for sleeping in - apparently, living in a tent will do that to you.
I am too lazy (and have no time) to put this photo the right way, so just tilt your head to the right a bit and there you go! My new gate! Well, old gate, but at the new place as of last night. It's amazing the amount of work you get done when you have nothing to distract you (tv, internet, etc...)
The meadow in the evening. Clouds. Freakin' shocking.
Me, Stephanie, beer and Kuna pose the first night - she helped take a load of dogs out there.
So there it is. I still have to wrap up a few things at the old place (fencing and freezer), but that's about it. I have SO much to do at the new place: more dog gates, organize my crap, cut wood, extend fencing into the meadow(half done! woohoo!), make floor for tent, frame the inside, outhouse (have a temporary tarp-thing now), cut brush for powerline(will have power some day!), etc, etc.
Whew! I'm tired just thinking about it.
Home is now the meadow. 'Cause that's where the dogs are.