Month: October 2020

It was a lovely weekend at the ranch. Cool nights, lovely warm days, and a continual reminder of the winds to come. I am sensing patterns, but until a winter with the snow and movement, it still probably won’t make sense. 360 degree views means the wind can always find you.

The food stores for winter are going well. The pressure canner has been through three cycles, number four happening today. Rich meals in jars, sauces, and organic meats are being stored with a five year shelf life, and no energy (fridge/freezer/etc.) required for storage.

Met a new family in the ranch this weekend and everyone here is equally nice. So happy to be here, so pleased with the nature. It’s a lovely place to be.

Looking good for fourteen, and happy to rule the ranch.

Nobody loves to sleep quite as much either.

Had a guest for the weekend, which was nice, fun, and relaxing.

The deck chairs saw heavy use for a spell.

Moon Bug again traversed the park, this time on roads yet traveled.

Evening at the homestead.

Thank you all for the emails, calls, texts, and ideas. Good people, with good thoughts. For now, however, it seems the board is okay with the idea of a man growing his own food. Our management company rejected my request directly, and seemingly cannot.

I need to be respectful of my neighbors, plan for contingencies (e.g. fencing, mesh, etc. if there might be too much reflection) but we are moving forward with a site visit at the end of the week with no need to “live here for a year first” to test my abilities as initially suggested by said management company. It is a tough place to be. I’ve met two now that tried, and could not stay. I’ve met many that suggest staying put is the best course of action.

Feeding myself seemed appealing to the humans, once past the management company. This is a great sign to move forward. A site visit with photographs is planned and I will generate contingency plans, but it’s not over yet!

My first ever experience with an HOA (I should have known better) and I’ve been denied erecting a green house to feed myself.

I bought a forty acre spread, zoned AGRICULTURAL, and it has a domestic well, meaning I can water up to an acre of crops, but I cannot erect a small (less than 320 square foot) building simply to feed myself.

I was told the park aesthetics are more important than my survival.

I was told to wait a year and see if I could spend a winter here FIRST, before feeding myself for the winter I wanted to spend here.

I am dismayed. I cannot build a future here if denied the right to grow my own food.

What world is this?

Denying a man the right to grow his own food on his own lot, agriculturally zoned and with a domestic well.

I’ve met five new sets of folks this week, all of whom call this park home for at least part of the year. We are, thus far, a diversified and varied bunch of people, but have one amazing thing in common for such a unique place: we all want to be here. There is a general sense of well-being emanating from all, as a result. I am enjoying the experience more than expected.

The view during the morning coffee break on a deck now seemingly sans bears.

Another cord is cut, stacked, but not all split – the wall of over-nighters is also continuing to grow.

1. Pick up wood and load trailer.
2. Unload trailer.
3. Pick up wood, cut it and pile it.
4. Pick up pieces, split them.
5. Pick up split pieces and put them in the trailer.
6. Unload trailer into wood pile.
7. Move wood into house to burn
8. Burn wood.
9. Remove ashes.

Nothing to it.