Somewhere In the high desert

The sun had not yet risen, but the intense gold and rose light diffracting/reflecting through the clouds was enough to wake me. I went outsied, built a fire in the fire ring, and put on a kettle of water to make coffee.

I am extrememly strained and psychically exhausted from city living. I have lived in San Francisco and Portland for much of the last decade. Briefly, I have been crowded and pressured beyond endurance, and I’ve had enough. Enoughh of the people, their rules and regulations, and people asking me to do things for them all the time.

Thus, during the last few months, I have left my job, sold many of my belongings and put what I couldn’t sell or wanted to keep into a storage space in a town on the edge of the desert. All of my mail is being forwared to a P.O. Box at hte post office in the same town.

I am staying (practically squatting) at a cabin on a ranch in the high desert in eastern Oregon. The only sounds that reach me in the space whre I type are the lowing of cattle in the distance, the wind hissing through the window screen, and thehum of my laptop. The ranch is off the grid. Meaning there is no commercially provided electricity or running water. The only way to cook is over an open fire or on a samll wood stove inside the cabin. The cabin is around 30 miles from the nearest town. For transportation, I have a bicycle, and I have an old horse named Shotgun that I might ride. However, I am reluctant to ride him far on account of his being a bit sway-backed.


The power source is a small solar panel mounted on the rooftop. The sunshine is intense here. It is so bright in fact that I have a headache from when I went outside this morning to read a week old copy of the Oregonian newspaper.

The solar panel charges a bank of car batteries. These in turn are attached to a power inverter that provides 110 volts AC. There is no phone coverage (cell or land line) out here.
IInternet is through a modem that transmits and receives data from a satellite connection.

I am writing this from a laptop which, sadly, is dying. I spent some time diagnnosing itlast night and have narrowed it down to 2 most likely causes: bad screen, or more likely a bad inverter (a part that is similar to the ballast found in ordinary fluorescent lights. Replacement cost is $39 and teh repair requires removing about 40 tiny screws, but I don’t know if FEDEX will deliver out here. I don’t even get mail.) I didn’t find this out until after I arrived here. The screen works only on the dimmest setting. It is too dim to read in normal light. I have set it up in a closet with the door closed to keep out the light.

This done, it is still difficult to read. It is difficult ot make out punctuation and spelling, much less proof read, edit, revise or correct it. I am usually very careful about htese thigns, but I can't do much about it in my current situation. Squinting at the screen is even harder given my previous eye strain from reaing the paper in the intense morning sunlight.. I hope this entry isn't too tiresome or obnoxious for anyone who might see it . Also, every time the screen blacks out (failing inverter), I have to take a flashlight, shine it on the screen at an angle in a specific direction so I can make out enough of the screen, and reboot. Despite that, for the foreseeable future, I thought I would use this space as my journal.
 
Wow Socko, you know what I have been mulling over for the last couple of weeks? Homesteading in the Idaho mountains. Isolation, can't stop thinking about it. Self sufficiency I can handle, but with Joysa it is complicated. That is great that you are going off the grid, the wave of the future. What happened with your girl though?
 
Wow.

You're living the dream man. Sucks about the laptop, but moving out and having a simple life like that... is tempting.

Dunno about desert though. I'd need trees. Lots of 'em.
 
Wow!!!

Socko, you are actually doing what many of us merely think of or fantasize about. Respect, respect, respect to that. What you are doing sounds so peaceful and enlightening.

If you were to write a novel, I would buy it.
 
It is shocking how bright the sun is. I'm surprised I didn't get sunstroke when I was in Eugene last weekend. Hardly the eastern desert, but nonetheless... even in Portland it's been brutally hot.

You can always get the parts shipped to your PO Box.

And +3 for living off the grid :)
 
Thanks for the supportive comments everyone. Indeed it is peaceful here. I could stay for a long time if I decide too. For the sake of my mental health if for no other reason. Indeed I might. And I'm tryin to discipline myself to keep a daily journal as well. Living out here beats working at a job all day that I kind of enjoy only to go home tired at the end of the day and have only a few more hours left but little energy to do the things I really enjoy. If we stay, my gf and I are researching the idea of earning money by raising goats and selling the meat and milk. Also, while still in Portland, we have been taking road trips out to the nearby Cascades and harvesting and selling morrels and other mushrooms during their respective seasons for extra money. Plenty of mushrooms to harvest near here as well. On the other hand, if I decide to leave, there is a job waiting for me.

Mariposa: That's good to know that I will be able to ship to a P.O. box. I will try to get this taken care of. It's just that I have never tried to ship something without having an official address. I'm still sorting out little situational details like that.

Anyway, just bad luck with the screen. Until i fix it,if I enlarge the text and work at night when there is very little stray light to interfere with te h sensitivity of my eyes, I can see the screen reasonably well and without strain. Hopefully the screen doesn't go out completely.


Rach:
I am only a couple of hours from Idaho. Maybe I am not too far from where you are thinking of. You might like te location and setup just as much as anything in Idaho. And I think you would also appreciate the peacefulness of the area. You wouldn't have to live in a fortified compound, go around with a gun (though a lot of people (google Sammyville. I had an encounter with Sammy a some time ago and might mention it later.) wear revolvers here for whatever reason), and take a large armed entourage with you wherever you leave the compound.

My girlfriend has been alternating her time spent between here (the bunkhouse on the ranch where I am staying, sometiems with her), her parents' summer house in the nearest town which is some 30 miles away, and San Francisco.

I think this arrangement is ideal. She likes the idea of rustic living (Oregon Trail settler style), but when life here gets too far from her comfort zone, she can go into town or San Francisco and take a break. I appreciate that she can do that at least as much as she.


Anyway, the satellite uplink is flakey this evening and I keep losing the connection. Time to get a fire going and cook somthing to eat.
 
You know I have a goat operation, right? If you need any tips let me know. It is the easiest form of livestock I have found. That's cool she stays there sometimes. I had read a book a few years back about this American guy who went down to Patagonia to learn how to be a gaucho and it set me to thinking about a much more isolated existence. Idaho, Minnesota, Alaska...but in reality it will not happen. Makes little sense to do it at age 50. I am 44 now and by the time I set it up I reckon I would be close to 50. Another thing I am considering is Aruchanal Pradesh in India or Xianjiang in China though it would only be a year.
 
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