At age 55 , and starting over (the story of my life) yet again; I found myself moving to a undeveloped 40 acre patch of land in North Idaho. The property had been in the family for close to a century, and was in the back part of a 160 acre old farm where my folks had lived during the Great Depression, and where they lived when I was born. The old farm house was said to have originally been a stagecoach stop for travelers going to Canada; but it had gone to ruin years back, and been taken down. Anyway, living on that piece of property helped me feel connected to something in life, and I really needed that at that time. The property had been logged over the years, and there were logging roads all through the woods out there. The part where I was going to live had been a loading area for hauling off the logs, so there was no grass; but lots of thistles, and chunks of tree branches every where. It was several hundred feet from the road, and I couldn't afford the cost of having electricity and water run up to where I was going to live. I bought an old single-wide trailer that didn't meet the wiring codes for where it was located, and had it dragged out to "The Ranch". I used kerosene for lights and for heating that first winter. I almost killed myself with the kerosene heater; but that is another story. With my Mazda pickup, I hauled water home in two 55-gallon drums which I kept loaded in the back of my truck. Gradually, I raked and cleaned an area around the house, and had many bonfires to get rid of the wood trash and pine needles. The thistles fourished even more. I eventually was able to get the electricity hooked up, thanks to the good-heartedness of the power company (That's another story, too.) That meant that I could have a refrigerator, lights, and even heat in the winter. Life was good ! ! For the next two years, I packed water every day. On one day the water went into two additional 55-gallon drums, which were connected to an RV pump connected to a car battery, and that was how I pumped water into the house. The next day, I hauled another load and siphoned it out in the stock tank and also for the little garden I had started out behind the trailer. There were lots of deer, and in the summer, they all drank out of the stock tank just like the goat and llama did. Winters were not that simple, and yes, that is another story , too.