Property Hunt

I made it through the rabbit hole…

Happy New Year!!!

For me, it truly is a very happy NEW year! Everything is new right now: new house, new address, new outlook, new opportunities, new lifestyle, new landscape – a whole new WORLD! And I can’t even begin tell you how delighted and excited I am….

January 1st started out by getting up early, packing the very last of my belongings into the U-Haul and hitting the road. I made it 350 miles before things turned south. I hit a snowstorm around Billings, Montana that lasted about 450 miles… I finally came out the other side just west of Mitchell, South Dakota. It was crazy! And I drove through most of it after sundown. But despite whiteouts, wind and white knuckles, I made it out the other side with increased confidence and a can’t-be-stopped attitude. I arrived at my new home just after 5pm on the 2nd and began the process of unpacking.

I’m at a stopping point until my friend returns from Chicago. There are a few things I can’t bring up from the garage on my own. But I’ve made quite a bit of headway over the past four days, with not much work left to do.  Next up is doing a whole lot of brainstorming and planning and getting myself situated to start working on some creative projects. I’m also doing a little bit of contract work for the organization I just left. Nothing major, but it’ll bring in a little money over the next few months.

I know the blog is still wonky for those who aren’t subscribed. The gal that’s been working on it is doing some research into why such a simple project turned into a three-week long ordeal. Not super happy about it, but it is what it is. I’ll keep posting, and eventually it’ll get fixed. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

I’ll start taking some pictures of the new place and the land to share with you all soon. It’s really a fantastic chunk of ground­ – definitely not the flat-land you often think of when envisioning the Midwest. On the property there are caves, rock bluffs, rolling hills, steep hills, and little canyons. The house is situated nearly at the top of the hill, which means plenty of early morning and late afternoon sun. There’s also a ton of wildlife here – including mountain lions! There were a bunch of lion tracks that came up the road and really quite close to the house. Within 50 feet, I would say. Now, I lived with lions in Montana, but I don’t think I ever had one that I knew of within 50 feet of the house. Things to think about when chickens and goats make their way to the farm this spring.

Looking forward to sharing so much with everyone as this little experiment gets moving. But for now, I think I’m going to go downstairs and see if I can locate the box with my business and creativity books in it. I’m craving some written word that will inspire me.

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New Year, New Address

The final detail has been hammered out, and as of the beginning of 2013, I will have a new address.

A team effort found us the property of which homestead fairy tales are made: A tidy little house with wood heat, situated at the end of a road on four acres, surrounded by another 100+ of remote pastureland and forests.

The nearest neighbor is about a mile away, and the property is about 7 miles from town. From the front porch you can see neither house nor road – just rolling hills and the horizon. Doggies, chickens, goats, bees and gardens are more than welcome – in fact, encouraged – and the landlords are very hands-off folks who live all the way on the other side of the state. Basically, they don’t care what we do to the house, just so long as we take care of it. It’s a dream come true!

I spent the time on the phone, and my friend spent the time on the road to go see it. He was giddy when he called me! So he and his friend went back up there yesterday morning to take pictures, and subsequently bombarded me with everything from pictures of a windmill

to pictures of the garden

to panoramic pictures of the property

to pictures of an ancient barn that is in the process of returning to the earth.

The place looks amazing! It’s got a nice sized kitchen and living room, and the ceiling is vaulted with laid wood. The house I grew up in had a laid wood ceiling. I remember laying on the floor as a kid, just looking up at the planks for what seemed like hours.

I notified my landlords yesterday afternoon, and will be giving my notice at work the week of Thanksgiving. The winter is going to be busy as we start seedlings, build chicken coops, get settled on the land, and wait anxiously for the first signs of spring.

I just can’t even believe how fortunate I am right now. I can’t express how grateful I am to my friend for concocting this plan.

I just can’t believe it…

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The universe provides…

So I have an opportunity that I’m thinking I might be absolutely stupid if I pass up…

It would throw my plans from a previous post up in the air – retaining some of the goals while totally changing others. The parts to be retained would include getting rid of Suby Snowflake, quitting my job, minimizing my expenses, downsizing my life and experimenting with alternative income streams.  The part that, in theory, would be completely changed would be the moving into town part.

I might be moving, though. But not into town in Missoula.

This is all still very tentative as I continue discussions with my “funder” – but the conversations are getting more and more interesting, and would offer me the exact opportunity I need to start my dream life of homesteading, domesticity and truly ditching the grid.

It’s funny how, when I need it most, the universe offers me the opporutnities I desire. It happens every time that I find myself in a place where I desperately need a change – an opportunity presents itself that helps guide me past the obstacles.  And this time it’s an opportunity that is beyond my wildest expectations.

I don’t want to devulge the exact details of the plan until it’s more set in stone, but changes may be on the way for me and for this blog. BIG changes. Good changes. Educating changes. Hands-on changes…

I’m hoping to have a final decision made within the next week or two. Stay tuned!

(OH! I’m bursting at the seams!!!!)



Okay, I can’t help myself…  Here’s a hint:

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Plans, Alternatives and Things to think about

Hey – this is my 101st blog post!  🙂

I appreciate the support on my North to the Future post!

I’ve decided to give myself a 13-month time frame.  Why 13 months?  Well, for a few reasons.  The first of which is that I want to see this project through to the end that I’m currently working on with Alaska.  The project culminates next September.  Going another 13 months will also give me a solid two and half years in the Executive Director’s position with my organization.  So I’m thinking of my future resume.  🙂

Thirteen months will also give me time to save as much cash as possible.  If I follow a strict budget, I should be able to walk away with about $11,000 in the next year, plus the silver I have – which right now is worth about $1,000.  That’s a nice little nest egg to have.  I may also consider selling the Subaru, too.  It’s the only debt I have, and it freaks me out to owe anyone money.  I don’t like that.

I really love Alaska.  But I’m also open to alternatives.  There are a couple of other places in the lower 48 that I would consider.  The first is the upper peninsula of Michigan.  (Definitely NOT the lower peninsula!)  The U.P. embodies a lot of the same characteristics as Alaska.  Sparsely populated, lots of wildlife (both people and animals!), endless forests, harsh winters, sovereign freedom-minded folks…  I have to take a look at their guns laws to make sure they’re lenient.  I will not live in a place with laws like Chicago again.  Our forefathers gave me a second amendment, and I intend to exercise it!

The other place I’d consider is Maine.  I really loved Maine when I was there last fall.  For many of the same reasons I like the U.P. and Alaska.  And for a bigger city, Portland, Maine is absolutely fabulous!  Not that I would choose to live in the city, but just sayin’.  🙂

Also, two benefits that the U.P. and Maine have over Alaska is the lack of permafrost.  Permafrost makes building difficult.  You have to make sure you prepare your foundation appropriately so the structure doesn’t cause the permafrost to melt, resulting in your house sinking.  Hmmm.  That would suck, huh?

The third potential alternative would be a one-year internship at Turtle Island Preserve.  Turtle Island is the brain child of Eustace Conway – the “Last American Man.”  By engaging in a one-year internship, I would be able to hone my traditional skills. The Preserve runs completely without electricity, and uses traditional American skills to function.  Plowing with horse, cooking over a wood fire, building with hand tools, etc.  It would be a terrific opportunity to learn with hands-on experience some of the skills I want to employ in my own life.  This internship is something I’ve been interested in for several years now.  The only bad part is that, even though Turtle Island is in a rural area, it’s still in the Eastern US.  I don’t go East if I can avoid it (with the exception of Maine).  And I don’t go South.  The Preserve is in North Carolina.  But still, I need to look at what the internship would give me, more than where the internship is located.

So I’m starting to make a plan, and I fully intend to see it through.  A year from now I’ll be finalizing concrete plans for the next chapter in life.  Foremost is a way to make a living wherever this plan takes me.

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Rockin’ and Rollin’

That would be picking rocks and rolling them down to the creek!


Twenty-six loads of rock came out of my little plot over the past week.  Now if only it would warm up enough to feel like spring!

Last weekend LLM accompanied me to go looking for a tiller.  I had contemplated renting one, but by the time I rented the thing for a couple days to get this plot ready, I could easily buy one.  So I figured for the price of one year’s garden, I’d just purchase a tiller that will last me for many more years to come.  I had found a Troy-Bilt rear tine tiller on Craigslist for $400, but upon inspection found that it wasn’t worth near half that amount.  So we moved on.  There are times it really pays to have a man around – I don’t know the first thing about machines, so it was nice to have him by my side to poke and prod and look at things I wouldn’t have thought about.  It’s probably a good thing that one didn’t work out, because I know for a fact after trying to use LLM’s tiller last spring (which is also a rear-tine model) that I probably don’t have the strength to power through a garden with that style.  The other option, for those not familiar with rototillers, is a front tine. It’s a little easier to use because the tines rotate forward (as opposed to backward like a rear-tine) so they act sort of like “front wheel drive.”  It helps propel the machine forward through the dirt.

Earlier in the morning I had taken a run to Home Depot to replace my dilapidated rake, and noticed a couple smaller tillers in the garden section.  This is how I figured it would cost me less to buy one than to rent one to get this plot ready.  So after the run to look at the Troy, we took a spin by Home Depot and bought a little one for $319.  There’s a whole long story that goes with the experience at Home Depot – but for the short version, it included a fork lift (driven by a “licensed” fork lift driver), orange flags, closing off three aisles of the store, and a kid who didn’t know his arse from a hole in the ground.  If I wasn’t so excited about the garden, this might have irked me a bit.  But looking back it was pretty funny.  Also a significant testimony to the decline of our society…  *sigh*  😉

In the end, the tiller found its way into the back of LLM’s truck, and we made it home where he promptly put the thing together for me and (without my even asking!) proceeded to till the plot three times and help me pull six wheelbarrows of rock.  This is saying a lot because earlier in the day he was saying how he really needed to get home to try to finish moving.

Tomorrow’s the last day for LLM at the Sanctuary.  He’s a little stressed out and unhappy this week. Understandably. I’m going to miss weekends up there – walking out to the point above the Clark Fork River, driving up to the Sex Peak Lookout (yes, that’s the real name), picking huckleberries up Beaver Creek, cutting firewood in the mountains, Brokey-Buck (our resident deer with the broken leg), working the giant garden…  It’s a sad weekend knowing that the Sanctuary is coming to an end.  😦

So long, homestead…  may we re-create you again elsewhere.

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A Lesson in Being Content

After thinking long and hard, and after listening to the wise input of friends and family, I think I’m going to by-pass the farm house.  It breaks my heart because I want a garden so bad.  The house is really neat, and there’s a lot to like about it.  But the financial demands that the leasing company laid out, coupled with the issues of the house itself, are just too much to feel okay with.  I like the house, but not enough to be taken advantage of in order to live there.  There are plenty of farm houses with room for gardens…  I don’t have to have that one.  The leasing company didn’t call back today, either.  You would think they would have called back since it seems they’re a little money-hungry.  So when they call next week I’ll just tell them I’ve thought better of the place and will be moving on.


So tomorrow I’ll go visit my landlords and apologize for causing upheaval on the ranch by telling them I was considering moving.  Perhaps they’ll be amenable to letting me put in a little garden down by the creek this spring.  Maybe I’ll bake them some fresh bread and bring a jar of jam as a peace offering.  I really wish the leasing company would have told me everything before I called my landlord.  I could have saved a lot of heart-ache and embarrassment.

The good part is that now I don’t have to cram my budget over the holidays.  The house really came up at the wrong time anyway.   After buying a plane ticket to the Big City for Christmas, and buying presents, I didn’t have much room in this month’s budget to cram in an extra $2500.  I want to be able to enjoy myself with friends and family while in Chicago later this month, and had I decided to pursue the house, then I wouldn’t have had the financial freedom to have as much fun as possible while I’m there.

The lesson here is that I need to be content where I’m at.  I really live in a nice house, and I couldn’t ask for much more (except a garden plot).  The rent is less than the farm house would have been, which means I can save more money.

New plan of attack: See how much money I can save over the next year or two, and start looking for that little farm house I can call my own.  A farm house free of leasing companies and mice.  A farm house with a nice deep bath tub.  A farm house with plenty of room for gardens and chickens.  A farm house where I can pursue my off-grid dreams.

For 2011 I vow to be more content in life…  I deserve that.

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Many Thoughts…

The other day I wrote about taking three steps back for every step I took forward.  I’ve come to realize that sometimes you have to take three steps back to see the whole picture.

Today I went and took a look at the farm house that I saw for rent last weekend.  There are a few issues… but if I can negotiate some with the owner and the leasing company, then I think this may be my new home.  Some of the issues include:

  1. A funky smell in the kitchen.  I think a previous tenant may have had a cat.  But I think I can overcome this with some mad cleaning skills and a bottle of vinegar.  Not my top concern.  It’s not that bad, and once you get out of the kitchen, the smell is non-existent.  I think I can fix this.
  2. Mice.  The leasing company called and told me the house may have a mouse problem.  Again, probably not something I can’t overcome with a little determination.  So long as it’s not the “mouse house” that I lived in during college, I think it’ll be okay.  It’s the country, what do I expect?  Again – I have skills…  I think I can fix that too.  When I was there, I peeked in all the cabinets and didn’t notice anything that said “mice” to me.

Now for the two biggies:

  1. They expect me to start paying rent immediately, even though I can’t move in for 30 days.  (I can’t move in – it doesn’t mean the house won’t be empty.  I’ll be traveling for work and the holidays, and need time to pack up my belongings at my current house.  Plus I have to give my current landlords 30-days notice.)  I’ve never had a landlord expect that.  The usual and customary is that you pay rent when you move in.  Basically, this would be akin to $820 of extra rent before I could even spend one night in the house.  That, on top of the rent I’m already paying at the house I live in now…  The house that doesn’t have any funky smells or mice.  That’s a pretty big added expense.
  2. The owner filled the propane tank in the middle of winter (a week ago) and expects me to reimburse him for it.  Another $500-$600.  Everyone knows that the cost of propane is nearly twice in the winter than it costs in the summer months.  Another unexpected expense.
  3. Neither of these things, nor the mouse issue, were told to me until after I had looked at the house and turned in my lease application  (a $20 value).

So here’s the plan of attack: If the owner will fore-go the rent until I can move in on the 15th of January (which shouldn’t even be an issue, but it is), then I’ll reimburse him for the propane and fix the mouse and funky kitchen smell problem.    Between the mice and cleaning the smell, and reimbursing the propane, I think that’s a fair “meet me in the middle” compromise.

The thing is that I don’t need to move.  I’ve just always loved that house.  It’s a matter of “want” versus “need.”  I’m perfectly happy in my little Frenchtown house.  It has rainbows, lovely landlords, a fabulous view…  There’s not really anything wrong with the place, perse.  But here’s why I want to live in the Farm House (another list):

  1. I can have a garden.  A large garden.
  2. There are fruit trees on the premises.
  3. I can have chickens.
  4. The house is on five acres with no immediate neighbors.
  5. The house offers me more opportunities to hone my self-sufficiency skills.
  6. It’s half the distance to town than where I live currently. (Five miles to the vortex of shopping, versus 12 now.  Nine miles to work, versus 17+ now.)
  7. It’s half-again as big as my Frenchtown house (1200 square feet versus 800 now)
  8. It has hardwood floors instead of the carpeting that I’ve been living with for the past three houses.
  9. There are three fenced in areas – including the immediate back yard – so I can let Bella outside without being on a leash or a cable – or without having to be outside with her.

So there are some definite benefits to the house…  Just a few hurdles to try to overcome.

In the end, if the leasing company and owner won’t negotiate, then they can give the house to someone else.  I’m perfectly content where I’m at right now.  Again, it’s a “want” versus “need” sort of thing.

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Contemplating some moves…

I’d like to preface this by saying that I really like where I live.  I have mountains right out my back door, a creek running just a hundred yards away.  There are horses… and cows.  Lovely neighbors and incredible landlords.  There’s very little that this place doesn’t have that I want.

What are those things?  A usable bathtub, for one.  I have a tub in the main bathroom, but it’s essentially useless.  I tried to use it a couple times, but it’s really meant for little kids.  Not deep enough, and never enough hot water in the water heater to fill the tub completely.  I know that doesn’t mean much to the average person, but I need my tub.  The other thing is that I can’t have my own garden here.  Or chickens.  I’ve been living precariously through LLM’s garden for the past two years…  I want my own.  As much as I love my landlords, I jokingly call them the lawn-Nazis.  Not to their face, of course.  But they’re a little over-bearing on the lawn maintenance.  I really have to stretch my imagination back to when this was an honest, working cattle ranch.  You’d never know it by the carpet of green that greets you at the stone gates.

So, for the past year and a half that I’ve lived here, I drive up and down Mullen Road into town from time to time.  There’s the cutest little farm house/cottage across from one of the churches about 10 miles in closer to town.  There are no immediate neighbors – save for the church.  And the back yard, you can tell from the road, is a garden heaven.  I’ve always said that if that place ever comes up for sale, I’m going to buy it.  Well…

Apparently the place is a rental.  On my way back from town yesterday, I noticed a brand spanking new “now renting” sign out front.  Now, I know nothing about this house.  How many bedrooms, what kind of shape it’s in, etc.  But I made a mental note of the leasing company as I zipped by at 55 mph.  I’ll give them a call tomorrow and see what I can find out.  The only bad part is that it’s pretty close to the road.  Right now I live on a private road, off another private road, off a country road, off a frontage road.  So there’s no real traffic to speak of around here.  Just me and my immediate neighbors.

But man, since I saw that sign yesterday I’ve been dying.  Knowing that I could have my own garden come springtime is really attractive.  I went to the website for the leasing company, but there’s nothing up there for that house right now.

So who knows…  I may have a new place to live.  I’m pretty content out here in Frenchtown, but at the same time it sure would be nice to walk out my back door and into my own little kitchen garden.

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Okay – so where to I start???

Where on earth did this summer go???  My brain seems to have gotten away from me since May 1 – I’m not sure where to begin with the various updates…

Well.  I suppose I’ll start with the story of a Hero.

Once upon a time, my Mom’s sister Mary gave birth to a bouncing baby boy that she named Christopher.  Christopher, or Chris as most people called him, grew up to be a dashing, brave and selfless man.  A modern day knight in shining armor.  Chris became a Chicago firefighter.

My cousin Chris was killed in a restaurant fire on Chicago’s west side in the early morning hours of August 9th.  He was 31 years old.  To say he was an inspirational person is a grave understatement.  Being that this particular side of my extended family is quite large….  (A-hem.  Extensive to say the least…)  I can’t say I was as close to Chris and Kim as we should or could have been growing up – but I wish I had been.  What I’ve learned about my cousin in the past couple of weeks is nothing short of astounding.  Eye opening.  Inspirational.  Amazing.  He was a paramedic, a fireman; he taught emergency medical response at the University of Chicago hospital; worked with neighborhood kids to get them off drugs; he traveled around the country to teach at other fire stations and hospitals.  He was light-hearted, but full-hearted; with a smile so many people commented on throughout the events of those long, hot and heart wrenching days.  Firemen – and in this case, Chris – put their lives on the line every single day.  They sacrifice their own lives for the lives of others.  Unfortunately, sometimes accidents happen – and unfortunately, this time the accident involved my cousin, Chris Wheatley.

Chris was the first fireman to die in the line of duty since 2007.  I wasn’t quite sure what to expect with such a public funeral – but what took place was something I could have never envisioned.

They buried my cousin with full honors.  He was awarded the Medal of Honor by the International Association of Fire Fighters.  The mayor of Chicago spoke at his funeral, and the governor of Illinois came to his wake.  Chris’s casket was saluted by literally thousands of firefighters in a final farewell.  Military jets flew overhead at the cemetery, falling into the missing man formation. Bag pipes played solemnly at every stop in the funerary procession. Citizens of Chicago’s south side lined the streets from the funeral home to the church, then again from the church to the cemetery.  They held flags and signs.  Saluted or put their hands over their hearts.  Children wore their toy fire helmets and sat on the curb in toy fire engines.

You don’t know how hard it is to listen to bag pipes when you’re burying the family member they’re playing for.  Lord have mercy. I think this was the most difficult funeral I’ve ever been to.

For some amazing photos from Chris’s wake and funeral, see this link here *and* this link here.

I drove from western Montana to Chicago for Chris’s funeral.  I drove there to support my Aunt, my cousin Kim (his sister), and my uncle Danny.  I drove to Chicago to be with my (extremely large) extended family to lay to rest one of the most amazing souls to have graced this earth.

I drove because I had a brand new car that would make it the 3500 miles round trip.  I drove because I needed a break from reality.  I drove because airplane tickets were $1200!

I drove The Suby:


This is the replacement for my old squeaky, creeky Jeep Cherokee.  It’s a 2008 Subaru Outback PZEV (which stands for Partial Zero Emissions Vehicle).  I haven’t owned a nice, relatively new vehicle in many, many years.  The last new vehicle I had was a Dodge Dakota that I crashed into the front end of an oncoming 18-wheeler, while skidding on black ice with.  Needless to say the truck was totaled.

But the squeaky, creeky Jeep finally gave up the ghost after hauling a pile of people fly fishing about three weeks ago.  I got it for free about 5 years ago – so I can’t complain.  It was a good little Jeep.  And luckily my fly fishing visitors and I made it back to town without incident – but it was clear the Jeep’s days were numbered.  So on a bright and sunny Saturday morning, I walked into the local Subaru dealer and signed up for indentured servitude.

I am now, officially, in debt.

Not wild about the indentured servitude, but I am happy that I have a safe, reliable car that will hopefully be with me for many years.  The Jeep was 15 when it was put out to pasture.  So I should be able to keep Suby Snowflake for a good 13 years or more.

So let’s see…  what else?

Well, LLM sold the homestead.  It’s still “The Sanctuary” until May 1st when he turns over possession of the place to the new owners.  He somehow worked this deal where they closed on the place a few weeks ago – the new owners are paying the mortgage – but they don’t take official possession of the house and land until May 1, 2011.  So LLM gets about 8 months of free rent before he has to figure out what to do with himself.

But he’s been logging up in NW Montana – chopper logging and cutting some really big wood – so he’s been in a much better mood lately.  I’m very grateful for that.  His mind is free.

Since he’s been logging out of town (aka: timber tramping), the chickens were fostered out to a guy LLM knows.  So they’re living the high life, squirting out eggs, eating watermelon…  It’s like a “chicken bed and breakfast” over there.  We went to visit the chickens on Sunday.

Summer’s been awfully mild.  It’ll get hot for a couple of days, then cool off for a few.  We’ve received intermittent rain all summer long, which has helped tremendously with the fire season… or lack there of.

Looks like I’ll be doing quite a bit of traveling over the next few months.  I just got back from Chicago – and while I was there I visited friends and family, went to my favorite neighborhood in the City for dinner, toured a Hindu temple in the suburbs.

Next I’ll be heading off to Salt Lake City and Snowbird Ski Resort in about four weeks, then off to Maine and northern New York in October.  December will have me back in Chicago for a holiday visit (since I stayed home last year), and January I’ll be traveling to Tennessee for work.  In between those trips I’ll be continuing to can veggies and chicken, grinding flour for home baked bread, and following LLM over hill and over dale in search of the elusive Wapati later this Fall.  Then crossing my fingers for a good local ski season and copious piles of snow until Spring peaks out in early May.  Once January hits, my schedule seems to slow down tremendously.

Well…  This post is getting pretty long, so I’ll cover the summer gardening update and food preservation news in a separate post in the next day or two.

In the meantime, there’s a spectacular sunset that’s calling my name.  The evening sun is glowing orange on the trees.

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Success and changes

I’m proud of my pantry project.  Below is the progression of the transformation, beginning with one of my impossibly small cabinets:

Ta-Daaaa!  Most of my canned goods re-organized and housed in my new sort-of pantry.  I still have some canned fruit and homemade jams and jarred fruit that I have to re-organize.  But those can remain in the cabinets – I think I can manage those a little better than the whole mass of canned veggies and what-not.  But that’s one project that d-o-n-e, done!

After work I also re-planted the other tomato and basil plants, so everything’s been transplanted just in time for the sun to shine again in western Montana.

On a rather sad note, LLM sold the homestead today.  I’m crushed, really.  But there’s a stipulation that he’ll be closing on it in mid-July, but doesn’t have to move out until May 1 of 2011.  How sweet is that?  So the house will still be “home” for a while longer, but he won’t be burdened with the debt.  He’ll be looking for another plot of land soon – but it may be back in Alaska…but then again, it may not be.  So I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future.  The good thing is that he’ll be out of debt, with an additional $86k to put toward a new piece of property and a new cabin.  So hopefully that will mean that he can set up a new homestead without need to borrow any more money.  Debt makes LLM a cranky boy…so even though this homestead will be a thing of the past by next summer, he’ll be easier to get along with.  So it’s a toss up.  It’s not like he’ll be moving into town or anything.  So one homestead will be gone, but another is on the horizon.  Let’s just hope it’s here in Montana so I don’t loose my cranky, yet lovely logger man.

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