Our moat
We
have a glorious moat between where we park the cars and our
trailer. There's the creek, of course, but also a third of a mile
of woods --- far enough that we usually can't hear any road noise and
never get trick-or-treaters or uninvited visitors.
Even when
the golf cart can't make the trip and I'm
stuck hauling
in big sheets
of plywood by hand,
I never wish we lived closer to the road. In
fact, if given a choice, I'd rather be a bit more isolated --- we
can actually see one neighbor's light if we stand in just the right
spot in the yard during the winter.
When we come home from
the
outside world, the ten minute walk back to the trailer is decompression
time, returning us to the present and reconnecting with nature. I
see wood ducks and great blue herons along the creek and check out
tracks in the mud. By the time I get home, my head is filled with
beauty, not cars and stores.
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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