The adventure goes on …
On the top of a bookshelf, not too far from where I am sitting now, is a wooden model, made by my father 20 or more years ago, of a boat named the Oliver Clark. That model was made far from the ocean, in the dry interior town of Keremeos where my father had been an orchardist. It has come a long way to return to the sea.
Another first for us here – we just met with an old friend from Prince Rupert who was traveling down to Victoria. Being so far off grid, it can be hard to schedule meetings with people, particularly as the Johnstone Strait crossing can be so weather dependent. It’s also rare that any of our friends from Prince Rupert are coming down to the Island. So we were “doubly blessed” by this meeting.
It must have been a really good summer for barnacles. When we put the Draiocht in the water this spring, she was freshly cleaned. Now, only four months later, she has multiple layers of barnacles on her bottom and leg. Looks like it’s time for another haul out and copper painting.
We had our first family members visit our new home this week! What a wonderful and crazy week it was. We were both happy and exhausted when it was over, but I think the family mostly approves of our eccentric way of life.
We have family coming next week, so we really wanted to finish a project that we have been working on for some months now. We wanted to complete clearing the trail from our cabin up to the main logging road that runs above our site.
Our well ran dry this week. Not terribly surprising, given the lack of rain. In fact, it was quite amazing how long it did last.
I’ve recently learned that people like us are referred to as “OTG” – for Off The Grid. Good to know that you can apply a simple abbreviation to our peculiar type of eccentricity. Almost sanitizes us!
Certainly not with silver bells, and cockle shells, and pretty maids all in a row. But grow it does … at least some of it.
When you live in the city, getting rid of human waste is as simple as a flush. When you are living off-grid, things get just a wee bit more complicated.
We’ve been invited to a deconstruction party.