I'm making the transition back into the wild. I have spent the last five years living above a bicycle shop/ outfitter store in a town of less than a few thousand. There is a train crossing close enough that even in the middle of the night you can see the conductor smiling as he blasts an air horn in the wee hours of the morning as the walls shake violently enough to convince strangers that there is a small earthquake.The sound is one I have become accustomed to, but its getting old. Some nights, if you get really lucky you can even catch a glimpse of some of the local dive bar patrons fighting outside the building after a long night of drinking stale beer and cussing out the lady folk. If it was a good night with drink specials you might even find the dinner special on the sidewalk. All delightful bits of living in small central pa town across the street from a dive bar and in front of the tracks.
The day has come or already came about a month ago when I settled on a small parcel of land about thirteen miles from town.
-it is covered entirely in woods.
-it is accessible only if there is no snow and it hasn't rained recently.
-there is no power, no well, no water, or visible neighbors.
-there is a large black bear who has been wandering around in the morning
-if I told you where it was you would still second guess yourself when you got there.
-it is 500 feet off of the Allegrippis Trail System at Raystown lake.
Everyone needs a place to burn stuff and a place to sit to make sure it burns. A little fuel never hurts to get things started.
With the addition of a small shed structure to the property, I should be completely moved out in the next several weeks. The biggest issue right now is having a spot to put my bikes. With the trails and Army Corps of Engineers property just on the other side of the road it is imperative to have both my mountain bikes and my commuters on hand. The 12 mile ride into town is a great commute with limited traffic and amazing views., unfortunately living at the top of the ridge... the ride home is a bit more work, especially after a few Sierra Nevadas.
The day has come or already came about a month ago when I settled on a small parcel of land about thirteen miles from town.
-it is covered entirely in woods.
-it is accessible only if there is no snow and it hasn't rained recently.
-there is no power, no well, no water, or visible neighbors.
-there is a large black bear who has been wandering around in the morning
-if I told you where it was you would still second guess yourself when you got there.
-it is 500 feet off of the Allegrippis Trail System at Raystown lake.
You can sort of make-out the cut up the hill for where I will put the first small building to house my bikes and trail tools. The property is the whole right hand side of the picture.
With no water, no heat, no septic. The camper has been a great shell.
Right now I carry all the water into the site. Power to the unit is via marine battery.
There is an old access road for the utility company that allowed the camper to be brought in an stashed about halfway up the will from the driveway/ gravel road.
With the addition of a small shed structure to the property, I should be completely moved out in the next several weeks. The biggest issue right now is having a spot to put my bikes. With the trails and Army Corps of Engineers property just on the other side of the road it is imperative to have both my mountain bikes and my commuters on hand. The 12 mile ride into town is a great commute with limited traffic and amazing views., unfortunately living at the top of the ridge... the ride home is a bit more work, especially after a few Sierra Nevadas.
