Real hard life lessons
So, I see a lotta people idealizing the lifestyle of 'life in a cabin out in the woods'.
It meant you were always at risk of burning your place to the ground with the Wood Stove.
It meant Chopping, carrying, storing, and seasoning tons of hardwood. And I mean literal Tons.
It means you might not be able to make the walk to a real civilized Bathroom because a flock of wild turkeys is blocking the path in a menacing fashion.
It means mice, birds, bats, rats and Bugs finding their way into everything you own.
It meant that in heavy windstorms, you were always wondering if Tonight was gonna be The Night one of those pines comes down on my home?
It meant that any lovemaking caused architectural flexure, and structural oscillation.
I got good at cooking a Hot Pocket on a firebrick inside the mouth of the woodstove.
I was So good at using a gasoline powered coleman camp stove for four years that I never burned the place down with That.
Some kids turned to drugs to insulate them from their toxic parents and traumatic experiences. I turned to Carpentry.
re: Real hard life lessons
@Motodrachen Adjacent experience leaves me pretty sure that if not for the disabilities that leave me exhausted all the time, I'd still love that life to bits in the right climate. Say, on the Olympic peninsula (WA) or one of the islands in Puget Sound.
That said, I'd either learn enough masonry to build a two- or three-sided brick enclosure for the woodstove, or hire an actual mason to do that part. Some things, you don't mess around with.