Hello Pack, the fall chill has arrived here in my neck of the woods. I am not one to like it when the temperature gets below 80, but I loathe fall far less since moving onto your dream land. On the up side, our creek actually looks like a creek again and not dry – nor have we had any major flooding yet.
We have not yet been reduced to using the hay we baled for our herds. My enhanced pasture rotation plan seems to have worked out very well. We are going to grub a bit more of a few barely wooded spots in the spring that are not doing anything productive for us now and increase the size of two pasture areas.
WIth Thanksgiving nearly here, my column this week is going to be about how thankful I am to have found this spot of land to live on and turn into a survival homestead.
We did not have to move heaven and earth to literally get this fixer upper farm – but man, it sure felt like it for the year and a half it took to get the deal done and bank to approve all the improvements we made to the land, road, and house to get it to pass inspection.
At the beginning of what turned out to be a three year search for the perfect spot in our county for our survival homestead, my beloved wanted to live in the last house on a dead end road.
One way in – one way out. We only found one two pieces of land that fit this description, and neither measured up in other equally important categories.
One almost perfect spot was right off of a state route – so that was a major downfall and one of the reasons we passed it up. Another, well, created a whole saga in our prepper property search agenda.
When we finally got them down to something reasonable on price for this piece of land that we had fallen in love with and was 99% perfect – we decided to walk away.
We literally had a signed contract in our hand standing at Bobby’s fax machine and neither of us moved to feed the paper in or touch the send button. We stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity – especially because I am quite the talker.
Neither Bobby or I could believe we were walking away from this property that we had been spending the bulk of our waking moments talking about, thinking about, planning in great detail what and where we were going to do specific projects on – for months.
But, the few cons it had thankfully resonated with us at the right moment and we walked away from what we had considered the right spot for us to start our new life on. I am so very grateful.
Our survival homestead is not at the end of a dead end road and that is absolutely the only thing that does not make is a way over the top 100% perfect spot for a survival homestead.
But, because our road was closed in both directions, with only a winding gravel one lane road a ways away being the only way in or out and our private farm road being a half mile from the mailbox to our house – it’s close enough for me.
It was a lot of work to find this place and even more work once it became ours – but every last minute of the turmoil, sweat, bloody hands, sore muscles, and even the epic project idea failures along the way was worth it.
We did garner some prepping bounty this week that I do not want to neglect to share with you.
A hard frost was going to take the rest of my still green tomatoes, so I brought them inside and ripened them in a cardboard box lined with black and white newspaper with a banana placed near them to release extra ethylene gas to hasten the ripening process:
Our hickory nut trees are producing a load of nuts this year and we are beating the squirrels to the bulk of them:
This Week’s Questions:
- What would your dream prepper retreat look like?
- What are you most thankful for, from a prepper accomplishment perspective, this year?
- What did you do to prep this week?