Rural Freedom

Last night when I was at my parents house, one of their good ol’ boy neighbors with a beer belly was standing in the bed of a truck towing a goose neck cattle trailer, beer belly hanging out. Good ol country living for yeah. I was chergin about it although I joked that has to be dangerous as shit, being that the goose neck could easily crush you upon turning if your not careful.

While I don’t miss the winter commutes I do miss the small town life. While I think the neighbors to my parents are too close, I really don’t mind hearing the occasional bellow of their cattle or a whiff of their hog shit or something plastic they toss on their bonfire. I think it’s pretty damn sweet how they live even if supposedly their rural and poor.

I think it would be fun to live in a small town, be able to ride my four wheeler or side by side to the general store, have land and do a little hobby farming. Live off grid, use solar, burn my trash and recycle the cans and glass, compost, maybe garden a little bit and raise chickens and maybe a heritage hog or two. Smelly yes but that’s why you have land. Ride my four wheeler on my land, hunt and trap it. Have a small screened porch so I can watch nature on a morning like this or even watch the campfire while drinking beer and listening to music on a warm but buggy night.

I’m not there yet but eventually I’ll be able to enjoy the good life…