Disconnected: My Escape

Meet Dulsa, my friends' goat. She's stubborn and full of moxie.
She's delighted to eat whatever you're willing to share. And will invite herself into the house if she so pleases.
She is happiness on 4 hooves.

Dulsa, my farm-friends, and their homestead, taught me a new appreciation for simplicity.

I was city-raised for 20 years, and on a whim, followed my then boyfriend (now husband) to his hometown on the other side of the country.
Though not much to do in the small town, I made it a point to visit those who were far more disconnected than myself.
I had the internet, they do not. They don't have electricity, and get water from a well. They use an outhouse. They have a wood stove for both heating the home and cooking. They have 3 sheep, 4 goats, 2 horses, and a bunch of chickens and roosters. They also get the occasional wild duck flying into their pond.
It takes 45 minutes on a dirt road to get to their home. That road runs along a lake and can only fit 1 car at a time. It winds around a mountain, and the only way to get across is by waiting to see that there is no other car coming from the other side. The adventure started as soon as you got into the car.
The town I lived in never really felt like home to me. But there was a strange level of comfort when I would go visit my friends. You're probably thinking "Oh you were probably really relaxed while there."
Quite the contrary, it was a lot of hard work. Lots of heavy lifting, lots of scheduled feedings. And lots of lots of walks in the woods.
But it was nice. I felt home though its the exact opposite of where I grew up. It was an escape.
I got away from all "hustle and bustle" of small town life and filled my time with meaningful chores that were, in the end, very rewarding.
Nothing feels better than a happy goat nuzzling at your hand for pets.

The following photos are Summer/Winter shots at the farm.