First of all, it was HIS fault!
He was the one with the dream; Carl, and also the one with the means to make it happen. He was the one who was/is always restless, always following the path of his life upstream, turning over rocks, exploring; seeking the Source.
There I was, plodding along happily in my groove, accepting the life I had:
- If you didn’t count living in the barn until the house was built—he is still building it, after 25-plus years.
- If you didn’t count washing up in a sink over a big barrel, with a hose we couldn’t use until the sun warmed the water enough, late in the afternoon, to cut the grease on the dishes.
- If you didn’t count cooking atop an old door on a Coleman stove, and showering in the open—not a problem in the summer, but….
- That camping-out experience was good preparation for living at the ranch Carl eventually bought: Twin Creeks Ranch, where we were often without water altogether.
- Also as it turned out, we were always with cattle.
But that last part could fill a book—and as a matter of fact, it did!