erosion mitigation: the price of procrastination

It was late summer of 2019, and it had been months since I’d made the 2.5 hour drive from my parents’ house, where I’d been living, to Joyous Gard. My work schedule had complicated things, and — frankly — I was at a loss as to how to prioritize the mountain of work I needed…

learning to ask for help

(hint: it wasn’t an easy lesson) One of the scariest — and most frustrating — parts of this journey I’m on is that I’m essentially walking it alone. I’m divorced, with no children, and I have no life partner to help me plan, make mistakes with me, allow me to lean on him when I’m…

live in a yurt, yes. but first…

Plot twist! (I think that’s what you’re supposed to say when you run smack into a barrier and have to change direction. Sounds way cooler than, Owww! Who put that barrier there, right in my path? Even if you add creative swearing to go with it.) In a previous post, I came clean about the…

one turn of the seasons later

Oh, hi there! Thanks for stopping by. It kinda baffles me since, once again, I’ve gone about a year without writing anything. Yes, I still see visitors pop by out here now and again. Usually, I just think they’re lost — took a wrong turn while looking for something else — but occasionally someone leaves…

bears, yahoos, and security needs

Late September 2018 “I hate to be the bearer of bad news.” Sam’s words were difficult to pick out over the intermittent cell connection, but this one sentence came through loud and clear. My heart sank. I was an hour into the two-and-a-half-hour drive from my parents’ house in South Carolina, where I’ve been staying…

mountain men cracking themselves up

Mid-September 2018 “You know…they make good saws, too.” Darrell punctuated his assessment of Sam’s Stihl chainsaw by spitting on the ground, a smirk playing about the left corner of his mouth. Sam lowered the saw he’d been trying to start and shot mock daggers at Darrell from under the brim of his baseball cap before…

accepting struggle as part of the story

the messy road to progress Hello there. Sorry I’ve kept you waiting — not that I think you’ve been sitting by your computer, wondering if there was something wrong with mine because there’ve been no posts in such a long time. But I know you’re there, somewhere, and I feel like something like this might…

inroads: construction (and destruction)

Late August, 2018 “You know I’m going to cry the first time I see all these trees down,” I told Sam, the man I’d hired to excavate my land. He chewed his lower lip a little, glancing sideways at me from under the brim of his baseball cap. “I’ll get over it,” I continued, “but…

the perc test that launched a thousand dreams

slow beginnings The thing delaying all the other things related to living on my newly-purchased mountain land was the road. The thing delaying the road was finding an excavator. I’d spent most of the winter months trying to get a road guy — any road guy — to answer or return my calls to no avail….