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^The Story So Far2007, May: Wet Start Bed-Wetting In Appalachia - Dave's House Warming
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^The Story So Far2007, August: Sound and Fury Debt Relief - Have I Got A Deal For You! Silver Angels - In Pursuit of Lost Loves Drifting Left and Dying - UFOs and Noises That Old Black Magic - More Noises In the Night Tree, Spare That Woodsman - The Inchworm of Fate I Came to the Woods to Live Deliberately - And All I Got Was This Lousy Flashlight
^The Story So Far2007, September: The Venom of Serpents Red Dawn - A Damfool Confession The Unbearable Lightness of Beans - Concerto for Oboe and Tuba Now Is the Winter of Our Tent - Advice Needed! A Series of Unfortunate Events Me, A Friend, A Sourpuss, A Cave - Is That Dueling Banjos I Hear? Is That A Hay Bale or Are You Surprised To See Me? Getting Serious - Making the Highways a Little Safer Rotten Shingle Chronicles - Some of My Favorite West Virginians My Second Flying Accident - And the Ensuing Laughter Better To Freeze In Paradise Than Comfortable in Civilization-But There Must Be A Third Choice Sittin’ By the Doc of the Back - Becoming Well Adjusted Morpheus Lost - The Hidden Dangers The Most Difficult Blog Entry I’ve Written...
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^The Story So Far2007, November: Weather the Storm Dreading to Inhale - The Funny Fellow Who Found Me in the Field Rocket Noise - Celebrating a Half-Century Naked In West Virginia - Hootchie-Cootchie On Ice Some People Never Learn - Previous Experiment Ends on 13 Time to Veer - When Deer Get Near In Severe Clear (Fran)Hallelujah we did it!!!! Fran and Dave’s Open Tent Retrograde Motion - ’Tis the Season An Ear for Disaster - No License Needed for Hangar Flying Grace Under Pressure - Piloting Begins with a "P" Cringin’ in the Rain: Desire, Betrayal, Peristalsis I Want to Share - Morning Wallpaper Not In Kansas - A Followup Crash Landing Into Motel 6 - Not the End, Just a Pregnant Pause (Fran)When the tent is called up yonder, I’ll be there
^The Story So Far2007, December: Culture Shock Eskimos Do It, Why Can’t I? Crying Uncle - Back to Earth Not So Fast! A Change in our Change of Plans… Postcard From the Edge Happy New Year!! Y’all Come! I’ve Started Another Page...
^The Story So Far2008, January: Calling Barton Fink The Suspense Ends Tomorrow - Take a Look A Funny Thing Happened On the Way From the Quarry What’s Barton Fink Have That I Don’t Have? Trapped in the Aether - Coming to America Naomi Wolf’s Ten Simple Rules Getting It Together - All My Blogs In One Place
^The Story So Far2008, February: Waiting for Spring Ghost of America Ghost of Democracy Howard’s Ends and Means - Who’s Insanity Is It Anyway? Surveillance Society - Can I Join? Or Will They Make Me Join? Total Information Awareness - All Seeing Eye Meets World
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I Went To The Woods Because I Wished To Live Deliberately
There are two kinds of people in my world: Those who say I'm crazy, and those who envy me...
It started in February, 2007 when I got laid off from my job. I found another job in April in Charleston, WV. What I did not find was a place to live. I could live in an apartment, but I'd rather spoon out my eyeballs (and I'm not crazy for that idea). There has been little in the way of a place to live, and even less that I'd want to live in.
Necessity being the mother that it is, I started camping in the Kanawha State Forest. When my wife comes to Charleston for a few days a week, we've been staying at Motel 6. After a while, I realized that what I really wanted to do was to keep right on camping. My wife initially didn't want to go along, but she agreed to do this if we could get a bigger tent.
We figure we can save quite a bit of money. With a house, there are a lot of expenses. Now, a practical person would say you have to live in a house, otherwise, how are you going to get cleaned up to go to work. If you don't work, then you can't buy things like houses. People may need a little prodding, but usually, when they complete the argument, that's what it comes down to. It's a beautiful process to watch.
The practical person will point out that there will be hardships and they are right. I'll have to learn things, and there will be thinking and labor involved.
After my wife and I save enough money, we'll buy some land and build a yurt. You can buy them for a few thousand dollars, or build them for a few hundred. They are fairly primitive, but they are sturdy. They've been around for hundreds of years, and have to hold up under very distressing weather. Oh, they can be car-topped.
I won't argue that they have the comforts of home, but here is a way to think of it: Let's say that you had been found guilty of something and the judge gave you a choice of two sentences: You may do 30 years hard labor. It won't be too bad, really; you get to come home to a nice house on evenings and weekends. The other alternative is that you can spend a few days building a primitive shelter, then you're done paying for it. You can add on as needed if the spirit moves.
So, the way this all shakes out is that I camp in the woods and work in an office writing computer software. I have the benefits of civilization and nature. I'm the happiest I've ever been, and all appeals to practicality can't stand up to that.
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