Well, here I am...not exactly the wilderness, but it's pretty nice. An old hill farm in Vermont, up a long dirt road. 119 acres, part pastures and mostly woods, a house that began in 1785, a barn, a chicken coop, a woodshed. An old stone foundation and a pond. A partner, a parrot, two dogs, twelve chickens. It is quiet here, and peaceful. I like it a lot. I'm happy most of the time.
Maybe I'll make it to the wilderness some day. I'm feeling sorta settled at the moment, but I kind of hope I will.
