I am aware that the title of this blog entry is a mangled version of a much loved quote by Martin Luther King. Our efforts here this year have struggled against the stubborn bush, the swarming bugs, the scorching heat and the laws set down by Mr. Murphy. Against all that we are two tired and banged up people who keep moving our hands and shuffling our feet. We are stubborn and determined, and sometimes when we look up from what we are doing, it seems like some small progress is being made. We will make a home in this desolate place, or we will make the local news when one of us is carted off to the sanatorium, yelling “I had to kill him/her, there was always sawdust on the toilet seat!”
In a little over a hundred days we have carved out a homestead that is up and running in the most important ways. We have our own access to a public road at the end of a 900ft winding trail cut through the bush. We have set up a working (it not luxurious) camp, centered on the old workshop that is being patched up just enough to get some temporary use out of it. We have cleared about an acre of bush around the old shop, and removed a prodigious quantity of scrap metal and junk left behind by the previous owner in the 90s. Our access to water and electricity is adequate, but is far from efficient or convenient. Shack #2 is now useable as sleeping quarters, and is a major improvement over the tent. We have cleared and broken a garden plot of something over 3000 sq. ft. It is hoped that it will be ready for growing vegetables in the spring. Along with many other projects completed or in progress, we are establishing ourselves here on the land. With winter coming, our focus is to improve our arrangements for shelter and start accumulating the mountain of firewood that will be required to keep us all warm.
I will be wrapping up this blog soon, and starting a new one. Looking back over what I have put down here, I see a rambling account of hopes and expectations, running head on into reality. What I have written is full of shortcuts and temporary patches pulled together under the stress of people trying to hold back the ocean with a broom. As things settle down here this fall, I will try to take a deep breath and pull together what we are trying to do here and why. I hope to tell a story that would be of interest to others that have chosen this path, or those who plan to or even wonder what it would be like. I will keep telling this story, sporadically during the summer and in more detail from November till May, for many years to come, unless Bill Gates succeeds in gaining complete control of the internet. In that event, my dispatches will be available via carrier pigeon.