the era of infinite possibility is putting us on edge

After some sobering info from a realtor we're weighing our options, which are few. If we don't sell we don't move. If we don't list we don't sell. If we list with a realtor there goes a big chunk of our down payment. If we list on our own we may be bombarded with paperwork & unforseen things--namely not selling. Should we stay or should we go? sorry, just feeling a lyric would be nice.

No, we're going. we ARE going. we arrrrrre going.

We're looking for some answers to things like: how much does getting electric to the middle of nowhere cost? water? dare i ask; internet? Plus, getting a spot cleared & ready for a home built, cleared & ready for livestock...more pressing--a means of accessing the property.

After several days of serious contemplation, some of the jury members are still out. Pluses include:

• being part of an actual revitalization of our environment--turning something so depressing into a homestead where 'integrity' farming takes place.


• having no reason to worry about someone peeking through the windows while they walk down the street.


• the (imagined) landscape of our dreams.


• the opportunity to use our own vision to transform it...


• enough land that anyone could visit, stay, park a camper & build an outhouse (& earn their keep).

Minuses:

• no road frontage & barely a dirt road worth mentioning as the only entrance.


• the mess that is 6 years of undergrowth


• the cost & time involved in not finding something more accessible & prepped for our 'vision'.

Anything we're missing? it appears the pluses are winning. We shall hunker down & pray.

One Hundred and Four Acres and a Prayer

 

After the virtual recon that we had done of the 97acres we knew there would be a gate to get into the property. What we weren't expecting to find was a logging company there. Once we got past the logging company, the road wasn't so bad, something a few steps down from a dirt road but a smidgen up from just a trail. Our trusty guide and head recon man Mr. Watkins gave us a tour of the property, which consisted of about a 1 mile trip down the road--the easement to the actual property; then a short hike down a four wheeler trail to the stream through some extremely beautiful land that made me realize why our an ancestors fell in love with this area. Once we made it to the property there was a spot that had been cleared out, probably for the logging company to stage the trees. There lay a huge pile of dead trees; this was to be one of many places we would find nearly identical on the property. At one point I'm pretty sure i heard a voice coming from the woods saying in an old tree herder voice, "some of these trees were my friends".  The views were beautiful, the land has nice rolling hills with a stream at one end and plenty of nice level areas to build houses and such. As we stood there looking out over the six year old growth we could see the future farm with all the saplings and underbrush cut away, the green pasture rolling down the hill to the stream bed. The animals living a healthy God intended life. The simple yet ever so important life of being stewards of the land was under our feet and yet it seems so unattainable. The property is over grown and rugged there is no real road, no kind of buildings and no kind of pasture, we would be starting from scratch which is really exciting and really intimidating. There are many things we have to figure out and accomplish before something like this could be undertaken. This specimen has opened our eyes to the reality of what is out there & what we are up against.

 

pictures from today's journey... (to see the actual land, close your eyes--think "mess", there you go!)