In the late seventies there was a hippie movement to go "back to the land" that landed me on a mountaintop in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. My mother and step-father decided to build a subsistence-level homestead and I got pulled along for the ride - and to be cheap goat-tending labor. I have many stories and lessons from those days, but this
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I got a smile when I saw this on your blog today because I hardly ever see mention of the book. (Which is not to say I don't take your points as well.)
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Once we tried finding the rapid river and Rumford and other things mentioned in the book without success. It felt like we were very close - just missing her. I think she had already moved to Gouldsboro. It didn't really matter. I was near where it all happened and actually *seeing* the Maine I had only read about in her books. (I have all three of the *Woods* books.)
She was the first thing I knew about Maine and now here I am living a simpler life in my own little corner of Maine woods. This is my place.
I reread WTttW once every year. It makes me happy.
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Can't say I'm not still tempted. I do live in North Dakota, after all, but in the middle of a small town. Some aspects of being "on your own" still apply up here. XD
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