Pioneers in the 21st Century
|Living a simple but
on 15 acres in Maine
My husband Don and I beat most people to the
recession. Ours began in 2004, when the dot-com bust finally hit home. We
had to make a choice. We could give up either our small condo in Portland or
our rustic cabin on 15 acres. Any sensible person would have chosen to sell
Right: Even if we plowed our 200 yards of driveway our car wouldn't make it up, so we park at the top of the drive and walk up and down. The walk is beautiful, but not always easy. When we get a big snowfall, Don trods up and down in his snowshoes, making a path for me and the sled that hauls in our drinking water, food and other supplies.
|THE CABINS WATER IN WATER, OTHER STUFF OUT HAROLD'S HUT THE CRITTERS|
|Don hauls our dirty laundry up the hill to the top of the drive in a huge duffle on a winter morning in 2007. The giant bag fills one 50-pound front-load washer at the Laundromat. We pack up the laundry wet, haul it down the hill on a modified sled, then hang it to dry in the loft above the woodstove.||
parking at the top of the drive, we still
|Going to work involves extra work for me because I always have to take all my own food (I'm allergic to about two-dozen different things). On this particular day, I was also hauling empty water bottles.||With Don out of action after his knee replacement, it fell to me to get a cord of wood stacked before snow completely covered the pile dropped by the logging company (out of sight on the right). Here I am, with snow on the ground and more threatening, rushing to finish. By the time I was done, there were two stacks on the left taller than me.|
more photos and pages to come the first few days of 2010!