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So, we are looking at various land parcels in northern Nevada, making plans, crunching the numbers, et al. The land I'd really like is, well, really remote. Naturally, there are logistical concerns to deal with.
In a brief overview:
Thanks friends.
P.S. The parenthetical statement in the title is a personal memory, evoked for the first time in many decades. I've been corresponding with my elderly father, who is very supportive of these plans, and today he called me said appellation in a message. It was a nickname I had forgotten about, dating to a very young stage of life, and because of my youthful hijinks in our home in the wilderness of Oregon, so long ago. I had not hear that one in a long while and laughed so hard my side hurt.
In a brief overview:
- Water, no problem, though not cheap, to develop a well and irrigation system. Still, simple considering.
- Septic is even easier. Pay to have a septic system put in and done.
- Heat, also no problem, in the form of a woodstove. Though the acquisition of fuel may be harder and so this is a consideration. Right now if I need said, I can either:
- Hike up the hill, fell the trees, buck it, split it, season it, and then burn it. Done.
- Just buy some for a couple c-notes. Also done.
- If not wood, maybe coal or a pellet stove? Done the latter, and it was "good enough", but have not done the former.
- Communications, also not particularly difficult, though not particularly optimal. Internet via a wired or wireless (e.g., microwave) connection, or worse case satellite. Beyond that, I/we are ham and GMRS licensed.
- Power ... uh-oh, we have a big problem. If on grid, no problem. If not, I am not seeing a viable option, which brings me to the main question.
Thanks friends.
P.S. The parenthetical statement in the title is a personal memory, evoked for the first time in many decades. I've been corresponding with my elderly father, who is very supportive of these plans, and today he called me said appellation in a message. It was a nickname I had forgotten about, dating to a very young stage of life, and because of my youthful hijinks in our home in the wilderness of Oregon, so long ago. I had not hear that one in a long while and laughed so hard my side hurt.
