The search is over...
It's official, the metaphorical keys to Camp Stranded have been handed over to the clan.
A small 20 acres (m/l) of Iowa County farmland with a nice mortgage attached. 3-4000 young growth walnut, oak and maple trees planted in rows and an odd shaped pond. This year's hay is left to the seller as part of the deal, but I have the esteemed privilege of mowing the trees.
And now I have to find a mower big enough for the job.
I've kept quiet about it since my previous land deal fell with a thud. (I blame me for yapping too much, something about chickens hatching before the egg or something like that.) We have plans and schemes on what to do with it, a target range is high on the list. Maybe a small cabin overlooking the "lake."
It's a beginning and we have a vision of what it can become.
But before anything else, we have some work to do.
Camp Stranded will be a place where freedom lovers will always be welcome, where the laws of reciprocity are honored, and where tranquility will be cherished.
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