Some people I work with were panicked slightly with my discussion of hanging up my spurs. They make money from my association with them in consulting work. Can I keep it going for another year or so? Likely. But as with all things, there is a time to sit on a rocking chair with a shotgun on your lap and let the world destroy itself.
For those of you who have been following the design and development phase of the White Wolf Mine in the Mogollon Rim region of Northern Arizona, it seems that the overall design phase is complete. It’s taken longer than I thought that it would but considering the extraordinarily heavy snow fall and related weather so far this year, there’s not much we could do up there. Once it dries out, we’ll have at it. One thing that I have added is a two-post truck lift in the workshop. Because it requires extra heavy footers, it was easier to incorporate it now rather than later. It also requires a (minimum) 12′ ceiling in the workshop area.
The architect went back to the drawing board to make it all fit in within the larger plan.
One obvious problem with living far from fetid cities and the great unwashed masses is that most of the repairs that need to be done to vehicles must be done in-house. The choice for me was between a grease pit and a lift. The lift is easier to install than digging a grease pit in the floor. I’m getting older and laying on my back with a crawler trying to repair something is simply difficult. I’ve done it in the past, I’ve used those drive-up metal ramps, I’ve parked on an angle, etc. And a lift is much easier.
For me the question was whether to use the 5 car garage or to build an out-building/barn/garage to put the lift in. Economy and practicality kept bringing me back to the garage. I can build a barn later if I find that I need it. Plans are already on the books to build a good sized greenhouse so that I can have fresh vegetables all year round.
The White Wolf Mine property is designed to be as self-sufficient as possible, which also means that it’s defensible and far enough away from folks that people would likely not bother me anyway. I’m not a hermit by nature, but the world keeps reminding me that a refuge can be a very good thing. Turning off the television is also a good thing.