A Fire Pit!

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Our farm so far. You can see the smoke from the new pit, the shed, the RV, Ruby, and in the background is the stumps and cleared tree area for the house.

 

Allan dug me a fire pit! It’s literally a pit.

I told Allan that I wanted to be able to have fires at night, especially since we had all of this wood sitting around just waiting to be burned! Some of the wood was standing dead, so it really is ready. Most of it is green, but there is enough to have a fire now and then.

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Standing at the RV looking towards the pit. You can also see the poultry fencing we have up. No, it’s not for our hens…yet. For now it’s to teach the dogs our boundaries. They are city boys too. Behind Will is our pile of trees waiting to be cut, chopped and stacked for more wood.

 

Allan took me at my word and went out and dug a fire pit. It’s wonderful!!

The view from my future porch. I can't wait!

The view from my future porch. I can’t wait!

Bringing home a shed

Living in your 5th Wheel is a little tight. It takes some practice, and I’m glad that I was able to get that practice when we had previously lived in it for a year before moving here. Still, having a shed to store extra stuff in is nice.

We had built a shed when we were living at the shop apartment and hadn’t brought it to the land yet. Again, I am grateful for Allan’s job because it has made so many parts of this experience a lot easier. He waited for a day when the trailer and picker were available, and loaded everything up and brought it to the house. I got to be his rigger for this, and no, it wasn’t the first time I’ve done this, even if it looks like it .

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I’m grateful that the shed survived the trip in good order. The staples for our temporary roofing (aka – tarp) came out on one side, but it was otherwise unscathed.

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Me, rigging(For those of you who are safety conscious, Allan is a ticketed Journeyman Boom Truck operator, and I have all of my oilfield safety courses as well from being a welder. We are 100% qualified to be doing this, legally and with experience.)

 

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Allan in the swing cab.

 

It unloaded beautifully and is now awaiting our extras. This will include stuff like winter gear, camping gear, supplies for the Junior Forest Wardens, etc. It will be nice to get those things put away and out of my hair.

The dream begins…

Homestead_RoadAllan and I have been married for nearly 15 years. During that time we talked and dreamed of having our own acreage, or small hobby farm.

The dream has been constantly evolving and changing. It started as a couple of acres in the country, nothing more. Than we wanted a few more acres and perhaps a couple horses. The dream sometimes grew, and sometimes it downsized. (At one point we considered a full scale Elk farm…honestly.)

Our dream right now? Self sustaining, clean eating. Doing our best to get back to the way of life that God created and further from the life that man created.

I don’t want you to think that I am a purist, I’m anything but. I use plastic, I still eat at McDonald’s now and then, and I still drive a Jeep. There’s nothing wrong with purists, I just don’t want you mistaking me for one and be confused when I buy my eggs or milk, or even a Big Mac…well…quarter pounder.

So why the lifestyle change for us? Honestly, I got tired of paying utility companies outrageous amounts of money to ‘deliver’ my gas and my power and my water. I’ve sunk thousands of dollars over the years so that some invisible person can deliver my utilities. (That was a joke, I don’t really think the invisible people deliver utilities, haha).

The other reason, the biggest reason, is health. I can’t help but wonder about our food and how we collect it and process it. People are constantly getting sick from packaged foods, and I’m hearing about recalled food products all the time. No one (other than the producers and processors) really know what the conditions are like for the animals raised in food farms. I had the misfortune of spending the day at a commercial pig farm. I was sick for 3 days afterwards and couldn’t touch pork for a year…and I LOVE bacon!

It dawned on me that I am trusting complete strangers with something that I’m going to feed my children. I have no say in what vaccines and medications are being added to the meat that I’m eating. I have no clue if the animal was confined or not. Whether it was neglected, beaten, abused, or treated like a prince. I would like to think it’s all treated well and that all the producers follow the absolute highest standards. Some do. Some don’t. How do I know which one raised my steak?

There is one simple way to take out the guess work. Raise my own food.

It may seem like a simple concept, but it takes a lot of hard work and dedication, or so I’m told. I believe it. I have never raised pigs or goats or chickens, but I’ve worked with cattle and horses. Mostly, I’m a city kid who always dreamed of being a country girl.

Allan and I just purchased 20 acres of bare land (as in, no utilities and no buildings) and are working on making it the farm of our dreams. We would like to invite you all to join us on this journey. I’m sure it will be good for a few laughs if nothing else.