This blog chronicles the importance of and efforts to return to Mother Earth in spirit and in body. This journey is not one of primitivism or reenactment of an earlier age. It's hope is to inspire me to find the middle ground between necessities of the 21st Century, the need to find a simpler way of life, and our ethical responsibility to protect the land and preserve our natural resources.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Not for everyone?

I think that many “average” people start to chase their dreams of owning and living in a log home from an angle that is pretty far removed from my vantage point. They first may be mesmerized by stunning photos in the Colorado real estate mags. And of course shuffling through floor plans and sizing up antiques on Saturday are the making of dreams. After all, a log home is just like any other home—it’s just made out of logs. And everyone considers buying a home. How different could it be from our everyday perspective?

It seems to me that their high hopes lead to a few practicalities that should be considered from the start: • that spacious, four-bedroom log structure with skyward views of majestic mountain peaks with a fully-modern kitchen, jacuzzi tub, two-car garage, and ski-in, ski-out access is, well, a bundle of money—a lot more than they likely dreamed; • Living a life that is, at least stylistically compatible, at most economically feasible in a monumental log home is, well, a bundle of money; • Becoming an owner-builder of a log home on your own land with your own hands is, well, oh boy; • Living the cabin lifestyle in a way—shall we say, more true-to-log-cabin-adventure, nod-to-the-ancestors, wood-stove-and-all—certainly isn’t for everyone.

I have a couple of friends that have been married for about six years. They often speak of the rustic cabin they’re going to build on some land they purchased near Frasier, Colorado. It’s a great location for them since they like to ski, enjoy the winter, and plan to have horses. But I wonder if they’ll really survive the cabin (let alone the strain on their marriage). They plan to live at the cabin year-round. To see them today you’d wonder if they shouldn’t open their own Starbucks at the property gate. She, in particular, is a city girl. Skiing and horses are fine with her as long as there’s a spa at day’s end and a stable boy to whom she can hand the reins. I think she just may run screaming from it all. I’ll just have to wait and see if a few year’s time will warm her biscuits. All the while, I plan on the escape with full knowledge that though I love Starbucks, I’d rather make “coffee” from buffalo grass and pine cones on a wood stove in the bowels of Nowheresville.


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