I did a bunch of other stuff after the ranch, and finally made my way to England -worked seasonally- lived in a hop hut, no electricity , no running water, Cooked outside on a fire where I washed clothes and bathed in a livestock tub. The orchards of Kent, lush, abundant, on a privately owned farm by a creek were idyllic to be sure, the company was superb- one of our tribe was a traveler who came back every year to earn enough money to go back to Nepal. He brought Hashish which we made into a custard to eat on freshly picked apples ,after a long/hard days work. Below is the hop hut, me with a kitten named Loki and a hen named Egg. A wad of Opium offered by my Nepal friend, made me very sick and dreaming for two or three days , but I did not die...
The most interesting place I think where I have lived , was aboard a sailboat sailing the sound. No motor, no electricity, a Neptune stove to cook on , which barely kept us from freezing to death as the bay froze solid! This is a lifestyle I would not want to revisit, It was fun but demanding . I am a land lubber after all. An anchor fell on my foot , caused a huge infection and a foot three times what it ought to have been, the infection was serious...I did not die.
Back on land- in a cabin in the village, with wood heat, where I grew my own food, canned it, traded it, smoked a lot of weed, took classes at the U, got a degree- all
typical of that era and the hippie town in which we lived.
Earned some cash for travel.
For three months I lived in a haunted house in Melbourne Australia. I am holding a rambunctious puppy, because the ghosts would not leave and the puppy was freaked.
Another adventure I would not want to repeat. The ghosts were depressing and I felt a little bit insane...but I did not die.
Came back to the states-
During summer months on the Olympic Peninsula I lived in a tee pee while working the trails, building foot bridges and clearing fallen timber, without power equipment , using hand saws , heavy rope, and innovation. On a path below the tee pee , there was an abandoned hot spring, and a burned down lodge from the turn of the century, a "danger" zone a "Keep OUT" worth the risk- the soak in hot spring water after a day of "man" work in the forests, probably saved us. Stabbed myself on a rusty burnt spike, wounded, did not die...
I've lived off the grid many times, prefer that lifestyle,... and did not die.
Everyday an adventure in nature.
And then.... -I joined society- I began to die a little-
the house in which I have lived for the past thirty has served us well-house of choice for all of the children when Erik was growing up, Lively - easy to clean- predictable ...but
It is a sissy and lacks imagination - like a tomb- children gone - in an aging neighborhood- this house is trying to kill me with normalcy and central heating.
I may just die.