Guests occasionally volunteer their opinion that the place I live might, perhaps, not be ideal for raising children.
I disagree, of course. For one thing, the overhead up here is low. A family could, with only modest sacrifices, live on half a wage while enjoying a standard of living vastly superior to even the wildest dreams of the majority of the world's population. A child could easily be kept blissfully ignorant of the trappings of the modern society and released into the wild, Nell-like, replete with speech impediments and finely honed survival skills at an appropriate age. I just don't see how this could go wrong.
Despite my prodigious debating skills, this seems to be one battle I am destined not to win. I will have to straddle two worlds for a while. Until that kid has been brainwashed to take my side.
When I moved to the forest, nobody had e-mail addresses or cell phones. Kurt Cobain was still alive. Basically, I've lived here all my adult life, first in assorted rented cabins, the last five years in my own off-grid hovel. I really like it.
Above is an example of how convenient this life is,. That's my front-loading trike braving a part of the road temporarily flooded by some heavy rain some years ago. How could life be easier.