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FRQ: We finally found a natural deodorant that actually works + A GIVEAWAY!!!

I’m excited as we begin to include more natural product reviews here on Free Range Quest! We’ve been lucky to find some revolutionary treats lately.

One of the toughest products for us to replace with an all-natural solution has been deodorant/antiperspirant. We have FINALLY found an all-natural, great smelling, long-lasting deodorant that actually works:

deodorant1Many commercial deodorants and antiperspirants are loaded with chemicals, some of which have been linked to cancer. When you’re putting something on your body every day, and absorbing it through your skin and into your body, you want it to be healthy and non-toxic, right?

We have tried to make our own deodorant (we ended up smelling like dirty hippies – notthatthere’sanythingwrongwiththat). We have tried the stupid “Crystal” (pointless).  We have adorned our bodies with many chemical-free/unscented versions of deodorant and they all fell short by either not lasting more than an hour, staining our clothes, or claiming to be natural but still showing toxic chemicals in their list of ingredients.

Schmidt‘s deodorant is free of aluminum, parabens, and phthalates. It smells great, doesn’t stain, and LASTS (Like you could work in the garden, hit the gym, and go camping for a couple of days with this stuff — worry-free!). This deodorant is a local (to Portland) brand that you can purchase online or at several retailers listed on their website. The scents available are ylang ylang-calendula, cedarwood-juniper, and there is a great unscented version as well. All are perfectly blended to smell fresh without being at all overwhelming. My personal favorite is the cedar and juniper! To use it, you simply warm a small amount between your palms until it reaches a lotion texture, and apply to your underarms with your hands. Easy.

Try it, you’ll like it… This is a great product — SO awesome, in fact, that we want to do a giveaway for our readers and share what we’ve found!

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If you’d like to try one or all of the scents of this fantastic, all-natural product, leave a comment below telling us which scent you’d like to try — or if you’ve already tried it, tell us why you love it and which is your fav! We will do a random drawing next week — you could win one of the full-size bottles OR a package with a sampler of all three varieties of Schmidt’s all-natural deodorant. Also, if you follow us on Facebook and share this story through us, we will add another entry for you! Here’s hoping this finally ends my dependence on $24-a-tube Donna Karan Cashmere Mist deodorant/antiperspirant!

-Kristina-

UPDATE: Winners were recently sent their packages and we’ve received some really great feedback! Check out the link to Schmidt’s Deodorant above to find out where you can purchase this great product, and see the newest scents released last week; including Bergamot Lime and Lavender Sage! 

FRQ: Wine cork floors! -or- How being drunken hoarders helped us remodel our bathroom!

Normally we are anti-hoarding, but in this case, it helped us! We had been saving wine corks in a vase for a few years for no particular reason. Between our collection plus that of a friend and our parents we had enough wine corks for a recycled wine cork floor, reminiscent of cobblestone!

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We chopped off the ends of the corks to our desired thickness, which was about a 1/2 inch. I used a sharp serrated bread knife to cut the corks. We then laid down a regular tile thin-set mortar to adhere the cork pieces to the ground in a random pattern.

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After the mortar was dry we used a sand colored grout to fill in the gaps, applied a grout sealer once it was dry, and then sprayed a polyurethane satin finish to the top of the entire floor to seal it. I would prefer for the next surface we finish to be sealed with something natural and less of a pollutant, such as a natural shellac resin or a natural oil — like the one we used on our cedar walls… Every bit of this is a learning experience for us!

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This project was easy, inexpensive, used some recycled materials we had lying around, looks pretty adorable, feels warm and bouncy underfoot, and justifies some of the drinking and hoarding we’ve done over the last few years! I might just use our leftover corks to create a baseboard too!

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-Kristina-

FRQ: Sealing our cedar walls -or- Bus aromatherapy!

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Chemical based sealers will often peel as the natural cedar oils degrade them, so finishing or staining cedar walls isn’t recommended. Sanding the walls with a fine sandpaper will revive the cedar scent as the aromatics dissipate over time.  Another food-safe, non-toxic, and inexpensive option that I came across was coating the wood in cedar oil mixed/diluted with olive oil, which is what I went with because I happened to have those items on hand!

The pleasant odor and the deep colors of our cedar walls had started to fade after only a few weeks; the purples and reds not nearly as vibrant as they were when they were fresh. So I mixed together several drops of cedar essential oil and olive oil and applied it to our cedar walls with a piece of kitchen sponge. I really love the results — the cedar scent and color is fully revived and the deeper color adds an impressive drama to the interior of our RV bus conversion — The best part is, this job went very quickly and I have a lot of the oil left over, so whenever necessary I can quickly and easily refresh the walls again!

-Kristina-

FRQ: Joel Salatin Visits ALFie on our Free Range Quest!

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Joel Salatin, the internationally famous ‘Lunatic Farmer’, Author (Folks, This Ain’t Normal, Everything I Want to do is Illegal, You Can Farm … and many more), and star subject of food renegade documentary films, (Food Inc., Fresh, American Meat) thinks our bus is “Cool as grits!” (he said so!) –

That’s a fat feather in our caps, since he’s one of our heroes, and someone who we believe is really doing things right in the world — From farming for sustenance to the humane and natural raising of animals and eating local; Joel Salatin has been a great inspiration and motivator for us to embark upon our Free Range Quest. Before he delivered his wildly popular lecture entitled “Local Food to the Rescue” at Willamette University in Salem, Oregon, Mr. Salatin took a tour of our work-in-progress and gave us some fantastic ideas that we plan to implement as we finish the remodel of our bus into a cabin on wheels (so that we can head out in search of our own little farming paradise)!

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Here is a little bit of what we found to be food for thought during our day with Joel Salatin:

“There’s something about farming, about working in the soil that gives people common sense.”

Salatin’s voice rises as sweat glistens on his brow. With the fury of a pulpit-pounding preacher he testifies the gospel of the local food movement – a Hallelujah chorus of produce, poultry and pork!

The crowd whistles and ‘Amens!’ punctuate the hall as the charmingly-mad minister reels off the list of industrial food system sins. From the Opaqueness of factory farming that creates a lack of integrity and accountability in the food industry — to the energy consumption involved in transporting produce that becomes more expensive than the monetary or nutritional value of the produce itself, Salatin describes the broken systems that are disconnecting people from their food, health, and community.

But he does not leave us daunted or discouraged — rather, he inspires us to continue to seek out a lifestyle where we can be fully integrated with our food and where it comes from. Salatin admits he still eats bananas (obviously not a locavore item) and he reminds us with great humor that “Skill comes with practice and practice comes with STARTING! If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing poorly first — It’s okay to fall. We don’t do anything right the first time – That’s the way all first steps start and that is how we will punch through.”

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For those concerned about the cost of eating locally and organically, Salatin explains that, for the most part, it’s all about your personal priorities. Many are more worried about the higher price of humanely raised meat and organic, local vegetables than with the fact that they are contributing to putting virtual garbage into their bodies and the ecosystem. If this is the case, your priorities may be askew. One of Salatin’s now-famous quotes is, “If you think the price of organic food is expensive, have you priced cancer lately?”

“Whenever anybody says, ‘it’s too expensive, I can’t afford it,’ I want to grab them by the collar and say ‘OK, OK, take me home, take me to your house… Here’s what we’re not gonna see where you live: We’re not gonna see any soda, we’re not gonna see widescreen TVs, we’re not gonna see a cell phone, take out pizza boxes or burger king boxes….A pox on that! It can cost $10 for a Burger King meal!…you can come to our farm and get 2 whole pounds of world-class, grass-fed beef for less than it cost you to buy that Burger King meal…If I come to your house, I don’t want to see…processed food…potato chips, cigarettes, alcohol, or $100 designer jeans with holes already in the knee! If your house doesn’t have any of those things, then lets talk — Its all about our values. And I’m suggesting; Who needs Caribbean cruises? Who needs Las Vegas? Who needs Hollywood!? I’m getting tired of people who say ‘I can’t afford it.’ — Then they go golfing on the weekends — and there are people really in hardship, and my heart bleeds for them, but you know what, instead of sitting around here and feeling paralyzed about the 1% most extreme and difficult example, let’s get excited about what we can do — there are so many who could do more but [they] aren’t.”

His hands gyrate in a frenzy describing a Heaven-on-Earth, an integrated system of virtually waste-free natural harmony. The Promised Land of abundance.

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It is old-time religion – and salvation is an incantation to summon the great miracles that are the very cycle of life itself. “Every single one of us, including me, can do more than we are doing, and that’s the message I want to leave you with today.”

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-David & Kristina-

FRQ: Elk stew for two -or- Recipe for the road

Here is a recipe for elk stew that I made in my mini slow cooker — the perfect size to cook with in an RV to make a simple and delicious meal** for two:

Ingredients:

  • 1 lb. elk steak or any type of stew meat (cubed)
  • Flour
  • Olive oil
  • Your choice of seasonings (I used salt, pepper, thyme, parsley, and a tiny bit of onion and garlic powder — not too much — if you’re in an RV, you’re in close quarters)
  • Canned tomatoes
  • red wine
  • 6 chopped baby carrots
  • 1 chopped stick of celery
  • 1 diced small potato
  • 1 orange

To prepare:

Lightly season and flour the cubed elk. Brown the meat on high heat in olive oil and add to the crock pot. Deglaze pan with a little red wine, add some more thyme and a few tablespoons of canned tomatoes (crushed or diced) as you stir and simmer for a few moments. Add the vegetables and the tomato sauce to the crock pot and squeeze a large wedge of orange over the top, and a few slices with the rind if you’re feeling saucy. Do not overfill the crock, leave a little room for it to simmer without boiling over. Cover and let it do it’s thing for about 3-4 hours.

**Special thanks to the Bobbitt family for sending us some amazing meat!

-Kristina-

FRQ: Simple, quick, super inexpensive roll-up bus curtains

Here’s a little DIY curtain project for our awkwardly sized bus windows, they are easily removable and totally convertible — We added a screen print of one of our favorite band posters from Saint Jude to dress it up, but you could also add pockets, as the industrial strength Velcro can handle a decent amount of weight and extra storage is always a plus in small spaces:

Supplies:

  1. Sewing machine (you could do this by hand, but it’s easier to sew through the Velcro with a machine)
  2. Scissors
  3. Canvas drop cloth (I got mine for $15 at the Home Depot, cheaper than buying canvas by the yard at the fabric store)
  4. Industrial strength Velcro
  5. Ribbon or more velcro to secure the curtain in the rolled up position

Instructions:

Cut the canvas to size (we cut ours 2 inches larger than the window all around which allows for full coverage and the hem), hem the edges while sewing over the soft side of the Velcro in each corner. Add ribbon ties, embellishments or pockets to either side of your curtain.

Stick the opposite side of the Velcro to the soft side that is already secured to the curtain. Remove the sticky back from the Velcro when you are ready to secure it to the wall over your window — be sure you have the curtain exactly where you want it, the industrial sticky-backed velcro is very strong and almost impossible to re-position. Pull your curtain taught and secure the bottom Velcro corners. Allow the sticky-backed velcro to “cure” overnight before pulling the Velcro apart or rolling up your curtains.

The next day you can roll your curtains up and secure with your ribbon ties (or with another tab of Velcro). This is such an easy solution for window coverings that create 100% privacy, allow you to easily change your decor with the seasons (just rip off the old ones and stick up a new style!), and it’s super inexpensive — Just $20 for all the supplies I used to cover 6 windows on our bus conversion!

-Kristina-

FRQ: Kitchen counter and storage install part 2 + Bathroom walls!

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Night and day (in below freezing temperatures and with multiple layers of clothing) we installed the kitchen countertop and sink, and the bathroom wall (next up in the bathroom is a recycled wine cork floor!). We chose a cedar plank paneling for a few of ALFie’s walls for the color, ease of install, and aromatics… I saw a spider the other day… I hear bugs and rats hate cedar. I hope so. It certainly helps with neutralizing the smell of our pups after muddy hikes with us.

View from the front shows the swivel passenger seat, bathroom, bed and basement storage

View from the front shows the swivel passenger seat, bathroom, bed and basement storage

Every time we make a big bunch of progress on ALFie, we make a point to get rid of a few pieces of furniture and take a box or five to Goodwill. This week we sold a couch and got rid of a bunch of clothes. All proceeds go toward our mission. Plus, freeing up even more space in the house is motivational and will make the eventual moving process a lot easier!

We still need to install the sliding barn door to the bathroom, the overhead and kitchen cabinets, and the storage cabinet with the space for our mini fireplace at the foot of the bed platform. The fireplace cabinet is a challenge because the space is a little awkward, but we obviously need to utilize every inch that we can.

Here are the latest pics!

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Click here to check out a slideshow of what the bus looked like before any construction began!

-Kristina-

FRQ: Kitchen counter and storage install part 1 -or- Our remodel, frozen in time!

We have rain, freezing temperatures, and back-to-back illnesses — but we persevere! Luckily, we have ALFie’s mini cube fireplace to keep us warm while we continue to rehab our 1999 diesel GMC bus into the perfect rolling cabin.

Right now ALFie is camp-ready, which basically means that it is a traveling, weatherproof storage unit with sleeping quarters and some power. We still need MORE power (the solar system and batteries with inverter), water system (tanks, pumps, and heaters for the sink and shower), walls for the bathroom (which Dave doesn’t seem too concerned about, but is a MUST for me), an air conditioning unit and stronger ventilation/fan system, and a few cosmetic touches that will make it easier for us to travel for longer than a weekend (such as window tinting for energy efficiency and security, and a paint job so that we can get accepted into KOA and other private campgrounds — yeah, they discriminate… No school buses allowed! Keep those filthy hippies away from the retirees!)

There are several other things on the list, but those are the biggies.

Below are a few weekend shots of the beginning of the installation of our framing for the kitchen counter and kitchen storage cabinets. Beneath the kitchen countertop will be the sink/plumbing, storage, refrigerator, a fermentation station (!), water pump and on-demand water heater — It’ll be a tight squeeze!

I can’t wait to start cooking all the mini, on-the-go, hearty, and delicious recipes I have been creating for our travels! Here’s hoping that when we are all packed and ready to begin the first of our journeys we can still fit in our little solar fridge. The fridge we chose is the most energy efficient, but also the largest (and most expensive) of the travel-ready fridge/freezer combos. The fridge wont be installed until after all of our solar power is hooked up, so we still have time to play Tetris with a few items in ALFie’s interior and do a little research to see if there are any other options for keeping items chilled on the road with the smallest physical and environmental footprint we can find.

You can see AWESOME renderings of what our tiny little rolling cabin will look like upon completion HERE!

To be continued…

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-Kristina-

FRQ: Sandor Katz visits Free Range Quest!

We at Free Range Quest are blessed to meet so many who motivate, inspire, and teach us.

Sandor Katz has been called evangelical in the way he speaks about fermented foods. It has been said that he “has become for fermentation what Timothy Leary was for psychedelic drugs: a charismatic, consciousness-raising thinker and advocate who wants people to see the world in a new way.” He was invited by David Chang last year to taste the latest in experimental ferments in Momofuku’s secret test kitchen. He is an inspiration!

Sandor Katz (or “SandorKraut”) – author and ‘cultural revivalist’ was in Portland for a speaking engagement recently and kindly granted FRQ and ALFie a visit!

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Kristina discovered his work on fermentation a few years ago while expanding our bubbling and brewing frenzy. Fermentation for the most part is a strategy for safety, but it has also greatly improved the way our food tastes and how it helps us digest and stay healthy! It was when Kristina began reading Sandor Katz’s work that we decided that ALFie (the bus we are converting into an RV) would need a Fermentation Station on the road!

We were interested in learning more about Sandor’s move to the country, how he got started in sharing his skills through writing and publishing popular books (such as The Art of Fermentation and The Revolution Will Not Be Microwaved), and his passion for all things fermented. Here is a small taste of Free Range Quest’s interview with Sandor Ellix Katz:

Katz made the leap from working in politics and PR in New York City to a farming collective in rural Tennessee, where he discovered the magic of fermentation while harvesting a particularly large vegetable crop and more or less asking himself “what do I do with all of this cabbage?”

“My yoga teacher, an herbalist, started to take me for walks in Central Park. I started feeling called by the plants and wanted a life where I could interact with the plants more and grow my own food. That sort of coincided with a random encounter of people who were a part of this community. I went down and visited a couple of times … and then I lived there.”

This opened the door to exploration of all things probiotic, the natural processes of acidification and most importantly how to make food that tastes good and is naturally probiotic. A need for the preservation of a huge crop of cabbage and rich Tennessee tradition led Sandor to break into the bubbling art of fermentation.

“I always was interested in the idea of how you make food from scratch. I had already been baking bread in my apartment, had always been interested in cheesemaking. I wasn’t specifically interested in fermentation, but then when I got a garden in Tennessee, it almost came as a shock to me that all the cabbages were ready at the same time.

I was faced with that realization I should learn to make all kinds of sauerkraut.
In Tennessee, there’s this very vibrant tradition of country wine – you make wine out of whatever you got, elderberry, blackberries, plums, so I started playing around with country winemaking, goats, cheese making and all of these kinds of projects turned into a whole obsession. I already knew that I loved the flavors but it was really that move in getting involved in the garden really gave me a practical reason [to start] fermenting.”

“Starting in 1999, these friends in Tennessee were kind of turning their family homestead into an eco-education center. They started turning their annual event – kind of in response to the Y2K scare, they turned the event into a food skills sharing event for the new millennium.

In summer of 2001, I spent the whole summer in Maine — I was not nearly as jet-set as I am now — I self-published a little zine called ‘Wild fermentation: A do-it-yourself guide to cultural fermentation’ (still available at Portland Microcosm Press.) As soon as I went to the copy shop and made hundreds of copies of it – I realized it would be a great thing to turn into a book. Then started researching the historical processes of bacteria – before the discovery of the process – just realized it would be a great thing to write about.”

And “Wild Fermentation” was born.

Developing a relationship with his food ultimately moved Katz to write about the “culinary mutiny” currently underway in the U.S.

“We live in this historical bubble where we all have these refrigerators in our home. We have this huge dependency on this little box – we have this dogma that it’s dangerous to eat food that hasn’t been in a refrigerator.

And certainly the fridge is a handy tool for extending the life of certain foods – but within a generation or two we’ve created this complete dependency on this energy-sucking machine – that we won’t necessarily all be able to have machines like this in our homes.  Meanwhile, we’ve made everyone believe they couldn’t live – eat or effectively store food – if they didn’t have that

So I’m not encouraging people to throw away their frig, but think about not everyone has these and surely before now – a lot of these foods fermented foods are strategies for preserving food before people had the ability to.”

From The Revolution Will Not Be Microwaved:

“Just as fermenting liquids exhibit a bubbling action similar to boiling, so do excited people, filled with passion and unrestrained. Revolutionary ideas, as they spread and mutate, ferment the culture. Agitation of fermenting liquids stimulates the process and quickens fermentation, as evidenced by increased bubbling action. Agitation similarly stimulates social ferment. The kinds of places I have visited to talk with groups and teach workshops have often been food co-ops, farmers’ markets, community spaces, and farms. I’ve met people who are reclaiming their connection to food in many exciting and hopeful ways”

“This revolution rescues traditional foods that are in danger of extinction and revives skills that will enable people to survive the inevitable collapse of the unsustainable, globalized, industrial food system. Nothing is more revolutionary than actively seeking to embody and manifest the ideals we hold.”

What a great idea for a New Year’s Resolution — To continue our own revolution daily as we seek to embody and manifest the ideals that we hold!

Happy New Year From FRQ,

-Kristina & David-

FRQ: Traditional Plum Pudding, Von Kroug Style

Perfect gift size.

A slice of holiday history.

There are a few classic comedy staples in our household. Always sure to get a laugh: ANYTHING involving a rubber chicken, a banana peel, an ottoman in a footpath, or the pinnacle of holiday hilarity — Fruitcake.

Plum Pudding, a traditional holiday fruitcake, absolutely cracks me up. The hard outer shell, the incredible effort involved in it’s making, the look of terror in the eyes of anyone who is about to take their first bite… My interpretation of this fruitcake is actually quite tasty — which I attribute to top-shelf brandy or rum, the addition of gingersnaps, and the omission of store-bought, neon, chemical-laden fruit.

Since medieval times, plum pudding has been made in many varieties, typically without any actual plums. My mother-in-law submitted her hilarious version to the family cookbook which I now use as a guideline for my own version. I love that I married into a family with such long-standing traditions, their original recipe is quite delicious, and is a must at Christmas gatherings in the Midwest.

Individual Plum puddings, ready to make their way into holiday history like so many before them...

Individual Plum puddings, ready to make their way into holiday history like so many before them…

My recipe alters the family version a bit by including a variety of dried fruits (I am a rare one to include plums, apricots, tart cherries, golden raisins, and candied ginger) that I chop roughly and simmer in booze before folding into the pudding. I also make a very spicy gingersnap cookie that I crush and use as a substitute for part of the bread crumbs. After boiling and drying for 24-48 hours, I transfer the puddings to spirit-soaked linen and allow the plum pudding to cure for at least two weeks (up to a year or more for laughs and an extra-special, vintage flavor). I then slice the cakes into adorable wedges either to be soaked in booze once more, or wrapped in parchment and red twine for the perfect holiday gift… Which should always be served with yet more booze, typically a mixture of melted butter, rum, fruit juice, and sugar.

As the best recipes are, this one is but a general guideline for cooks to instinctively alter to their taste and the season or region…

Here is this year’s Von Kroug Plum Pudding photo diary with recipe:

-Kristina-

Free Range Quest: A Healthy Bus is a Happy Bus

A core of our project is about being “Free” – and although we are striving for independence and self-sufficiency, we recognize community building and cooperation are obvious essentials that align with our principles.

So while we have not yet mastered the intricacies of diesel engine repair — it’s time we give a big shout out to those who have helped us greatly in ALFie’s maintenance.

This weekend we were about to head out on a day trip when a fluorescent liquid surprise stopped us short.

First, a bit of panic – we couldn’t afford more repairs right now.

Second – we thought our previous mechanic (nevergotoAGDiesel) had addressed the problem Kristina identified months ago.

Third – it was really cold and rainy and we had to take the dogs somewhere since some realtors were coming over.

Nevertheless, we sucked it up, cleaned up the coolant leak and left in the car for our errands.

Later, I headed over to our local Schucks O’Reilly Auto and talked with Kyle – who knew a good thing or nine about our situation. He recommended what to do and diagnosed what the problem likely was without trying to sell us anything we didn’t need.

Which in turn, guarantees we’ll be giving them our business again in the future.
Thank you Kyle!

And just yesterday we had Bob and the fine crew at Steve’s Automotive in Northwest Portland (right next to Everyday Music) diagnose, treat (and charges us waaaay less than a previous mechanic – nevergotoAGDiesel) in just a couple of hours.

We are very relieved to have the bus FINALLY in perfect working order and an unnecessary heater has been bypassed so now we have some new options for ALFie’s floor plan – every little square inch helps!

So thanks to everyone helping out – we’ll have some more good updates coming out soon!

David & Kristina

FRQ: Leap of Faith + A Decently-Sized Announcement!

“Look back to where you have been, for a clue to where you are going” -Unknown

“I sure hope not.” -Me

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I said to my wife the other night, “In the last decade of my life, I can clearly mark the big, life-changing events, selling or buying a house, changing a career or a relationship… It feels like the least satisfying changes and the mistakes I made were always while running away, instead of toward something.”

I was not exactly encouraged to pursue my passions as a young adult. I was taught to be responsible, which is great — but I was not pushed to step out of my comfort zone or to not worry what others thought of me. I was brought up with this mindset: Try hard to be like everybody else, keep your head down, and always do as you are told — Then you will be safe, and eventually happy. Maybe you’ll have to wait until retirement or death, but hey, at least people will not have looked at you funny! — I had to fight to let my freak flag fly! Kristina was raised in just about the opposite fashion. We complement each other well.

I welcome this new chapter in our lives, the future is a luminous mystery. I take great joy in knowing that this new adventure, this life-changing Quest is about going towards something with careful intention. This looms larger than anything we could be running from. Now that I am moving toward what fuels me, I want to encourage everyone to.

We have greatly minimized our lives. At least 80% of the collective “stuff” we possessed when we met no longer possess us. Simplifying our lives has left us happier and debt-free (save for our mortgage). As the pile of things and bills and stresses grows smaller, our house becomes much bigger, and emptier.

With less physical and mental clutter, the focus on our purpose has intensified. We want to move toward it. Faster.

This week we hung some curtains and took the dogs on a few road trips with ALFie for the first time. Just like us, they started out a little nervous, but once we hit the open road they were totally blissed-out.


Our goals seem to get clearer and more exciting each time we take a major step toward what we love. So we have decided to take the biggest step in minimization that we possibly can: We are putting our house on the market.

Deep breath… Say it again:

We are selling our 3-story home. (and most of our belongings in it… so there’s the big announcement!)… Not because we don’t like our home, Not because we found a new house, but because this place just isn’t part of our main objective anymore… and we need and want all of our resources to be streamlined directly into our present and future, the things that truly matter to us.

We are freeing ourselves from the extra space and the mortgage, because we know at this point that our future is not on this particular plot of land. Why wait? There is no rush, of course. We love this house and have spent a couple of years remodeling it, but now we need more land than home, and have decided to let go of our one and only debt and embrace the Quest completely… Be proactive. Own our intentions.

A very, very, very fine house…

There was a time not too long ago that I could not imagine us selling the RAV4 to become a one-car household. But, the less we have, the less we seem to need. And crazily, I see now how we have previously made that work in reverse as well… Scary.

Consumerism begetting more consumerism.

I can temper the fear of taking such a big step and find peace in the knowledge that Kristina and I have both made major life changes before, far more spontaneously and unprepared than we are now — and succeeded.

Kristina once jetted off to Europe without a reservation to her name and had an amazing journey all on her own. In her early 20’s she uprooted everything, moved to New York City without a job, savings, or a place to live… She survived and thrived (What we are doing now is far less risky or scary!). Kristina can swing a hammer, wire a light fixture, and fix her own small plumbing issues — she learned a lot by investing in a couple of real estate properties before the age of 23. She started a successful business from scratch, that she loves, and she inspires me regularly to pursue my most insane dreams — things I never thought I could/should/would do — My Wife encourages me to live the life I want! Heck, she bought me a bus! She is one of the most self-sufficient women I know — she has taken many leaps of faith and faced many challenges in her life with MacGyver-like resourcefulness. She lives the mantra “I have no regrets, save for those things I did not do.” — She has it tattooed in French. I wake up crazy-in-love with her every day.

Once upon a time, before my wife and I met, when I was but a wet-eared pup, after years narrowly avoiding the fuzz while following The Grateful Dead all over the US and Canada, I loaded up the truck and headed west.

I had no job, no place to live, and only a vague hope that I would be able to get into the state college I was headed for (Those uncertainties seem far more terrifying than today’s unknowns). I wanted for everything and worried for nothing. I had the invincible optimism of youth and weed.

I have since missed that fearlessness. I may have been a punk kid, but guided by the direction of my dreams, I was so productive in the achievement of limitlessness.

If I can combine the faith of that time with the knowledge and experience I have now, anything is possible and everything I envision will come true.

Responsibility to the pursuit of what I thought I was “supposed” to do have led to less productivity and more unhealthy worry. With practice, it’s getting easier to stop fearing failure, to live in the moment, and to focus on what I am moving toward instead of what I need to get away from.

Tom Petty once said something in an interview to the effect of; “The things I worry about usually never actually come true.”

The road does not end with success or failure.

It continues on, and is up to us to follow and shape. The first step is always a leap of faith…

-David

Free Range Quest: Investments in Adventure, Part I

Hard work in exchange for a life filled with love, adventure, and a wealth of great memories is my idea of a great profit.

For me, the most interesting and desirable returns come from money, energy, and time invested so that I will be around my loved ones more, explore my own interests and help those I care about to do the same. No one knows exactly what the future holds, and I don’t want to invest my life in something I am not passionate about on the chance that I can fulfill my desire for adventure tomorrow… or the next day… or sometime down the road…

We all know someone who has seen their “retirement security” disappear overnight.

It took all of my life until recently to realize the best thing I could ever invest in is myself. My life. Instantly I eliminated so many variables that make traditional investments so confusing and unstable.

I would prefer to use cash for a little land and a heritage seed catalog. A couple of dairy cattle and some meat birds. Irrigation pumps and tools. Travel. Adventure. Creating memories that cannot be taken away with a dip in the market.

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My Wife and I have been fortunate in our real estate investments. But I will not deny there is a bit of luck involved while casting about the seas of such endeavors.

We have made predictions based on past and current market trends, and bet on our abilities and our own labor to try to guarantee a return.

I question the current model of working for someone else – investing my life – so that others might profit, in order to pay for a roof over my head that I may or may not even call my own in 30 years… And then take into account the interest I have given to the banks… Pffft.

Do you owe more than you make? Do you consume more than you create? Do you work to maintain the status quo? I have certainly felt at times that I was working just so that I could afford to continue working. Many Americans of my generation do – to a staggering degree.

I want to live fully and with little regret. Bonnie Ware writes in the eye-opening piece Regrets of the Dying that “By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do.

And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.”

Chris Martenson’s article on Peak Prosperity, notes that the old view of ever-expanding return on financial investments no longer holds relevance for many – and a new dawn is at hand.

“It is only the very recent generations that have been afforded the reality of this thing called ‘retirement,’ which is the idea that you can live off of one’s prior savings and investments for a decade or three, consuming and not producing the whole time.  Not so coincidentally (to me, at any rate), retirement and the exploitation of fossil fuels came along at roughly the same time.

… Perhaps we’ll squander the last bits of good energy on bad wars that end up destroying infrastructure that could only be built when there was enough surplus to go around.  Or maybe we’ll get it right and choose a future that we can strive for and use our remaining resources wisely to achieve those dreams.”

The only sensible solution in my mind is to invest in myself and family – transcending a paycheck to reap the rewards of my own production.

What’s working for us: honing our homestead skills to find our farm. Working hard in order to live free with the land and of our own making. I find this concept just as exciting and adventurous as our travels!

I also invest in education. Not necessarily in the structure of typical higher education –although I did that, and anyone who has had student loans knows that often the bills outlast the skills — but rather, I invest in learning specific skills that I might otherwise pay someone else to do. Self-sufficiency skills. Farm school made me realize all those years “invested” in listening to teachers, counselors, parents and experts tell me to go to college, get a career, stocks and retirement plan didn’t do anything to help me grow a crop or fix a diesel engine.

Investments in adventure have an immediate return for me because I enjoy stepping out my comfort zone to become more self-sufficient and experience life as fully as I can, hands-on —  I also believe that the security of always being able to pay cash to have things done for you is as big of an illusion as the concept of tomorrow…

-David

Free Range Quest: Turkey Tales – Raising a holiday feast in our own backyard

A Killer Halloween

It was dawn of Halloween 2011, the cold crackling air was leaving chilly crystals on the ground and falling from our breath as we grabbed the drunken turkeys by their giant, dinosaur legs.

They usually go limp that way, making transport much easier.

I was unaware Kristina was having a much harder time than I was — as Norman Rockwell, the big white bird, had tried to cling onto anything he could with his wings, lodging himself like a cat on a bathtub between the car and the house. Glaring at her with a piercing serpent’s gape… He had decided he wasn’t going anywhere. He flapped wildly while Kristina held fast to Norm’s thick ankles until the bird tired and followed Rockwell’s lead in playing dead.

I had pulled out the back seats of my truck in order to fit in the saved box our chest freezer came in, the two 35 lb birds would fit in it just fine.

The Broad-Breasted Bronze, Charles Dickens, and Norman Rockwell, the Broad-Breasted White, laid down comfortably. Low fog gave way to sun breaks on the drive east to Boring, Oregon and it didn’t seem scary enough outside to be Halloween. Yet.

Not far from downtown Portland, the city gives way to rolling farmland dotted by pines and orchards, against the curtains of the Mt. Hood wilderness. We sat in silence for a while, contemplating the inevitable, then switched the radio over to the classical station which the turks seemed to like. Aside from a few gobbles when the road got curvy, they were pretty quiet.

Arriving at Harrington Farms poultry processing, a gravel driveway heads toward an older, restored farmhouse beyond a scattering of barns.

The loading dock was littered with an array of cages and boxes, holding turkeys and several fryer chickens.

Up inside was the killing floor, with two racks of cones for the smaller birds, a giant boiling vat for the de-feathering, and a butcher block with a chute into the processing room. Once processed, the carcasses would soak in an ice bath for a couple of hours before we could get them to our cooler.

Everything seemed to have gone smoothly until we began to pack the processed birds into the freezer at home.  It was then that we received a haunting Halloween message from beyond the grave…

Raising the Turkeys

With the fresh blue skies of summer 2011, our first brood of chicks had well become accustomed to our urban Portland barnyard, roaming among the grass and finally dried-out straw, to graze and peck.

We had avoided getting any turkey chicks when we started, since it was known that a couple of diseases could be transmitted between them and chickens, and we assumed separation was necessary, something we felt impossible for our small, urban lot.

However, after talking with poultry expert Pete Porath who owns a local farm and poultry sanctuary, we learned that until the turkeys reached a certain age, they would be able to mingle with the chicks as long as we kept their diets separated after a few weeks.

Pete brought us the two turkeys a couple of weeks later, they weighed around seven or eight pounds, a Broad-Breasted White and a Broad-Breasted Bronze

We formally named them “Norman Rockwell” and “Charles Dickens” (nicknamed Thanksgiving and Christmas).

They ate a blend of poultry feed that was 22 percent protein. The chickens’ food was a lower ratio, but the turkeys need that extra boost for the layer of fat under the skin to develop, which is important to create a self-basting bird. We were able to mix the food at 50/50 so they could share with the chickens to start.

Around the yard, they grazed as much as the chickens did, but being quite a bit bigger, they were able to snatch a lot of the fruits and veggies in our garden we thought were out of reach — blueberries, tomatoes, kale, banana leaves and herbs. We had to erect a couple of new fences after their first week.

In the coop, the turks ended up showing the chickens how it’s done. They already knew how to roost and were happy to bunk with the other birds.

One really appreciates the evolutionary link between dinosaurs and birds when you see these majestic-slash-terrifying creatures strutting about.  Reptilian claws and necks with the feathers and beaks of birds.

A couple of weeks in, one of the birds began sneezing. Dickens developed some mucus clogging one nostril of the beak, crusting up and hindering his breathing. There we learned one of the biggest rules of livestock keeping – have the ability to separate and isolate your animals in case of disease, injuries or parasites. Obviously all of those things WILL happen on an organic farm.

We were able to grab him and clean it off, but it became clear we would now need to isolate the turkeys from the rest of the birds to make sure we were never putting the chickens at risk. We built the turks a simple a-frame chalet in another part of the yard, and from then on they were their own flock.

Their home was built 4’ high by 6’ long on top of a wood pallet. We sprinkled in fresh straw and they soon learned how to get in for the night… Which was usually by us herding them in with a rake — they are not nearly as intuitive or brainy as the chickens we grew to appreciate all the more.

Dickens had a form of sinuitus and needed to be medicated (we were sure to wait until after the medicine had cleared the body to harvest the bird) — we added a few drops of Sulemet in their water dish, and then we’d hold a moist tissue to his noise and instruct him to “blow” — something I’m sure was never offered to the Butterball at the Safeway. They did not like the taste of the meds too much, and would not eat it if it dropped accidentally into their food, so a big container of clear water was the best way for us to administer the meds.

As they grew, they would assert their dominance, puffing out and strutting in circles, proud pilgrims in the ghetto. Within about two months, the turkeys were over 20 pounds, gaining 1-2 each day.

These big birds are born to do two things and two things only: Eat and Shit.

And good lord – did they eat. We had them on their purely 22 percent protein mix and added an increasing amount of corn and kitchen scraps as the weeks went on.

The results were a constant stream of input-output.

Mornings began with letting out the birds, cleaning the yard and sidewalk – often times with the plastic bags I used when walking the dogs. Eventually we couldn’t tell the difference between dog and turkey shit…except that there was a lot more turkey shit.

The new smells around our urban farm were now also very strong. Luckily, it was fall, so the insect accompaniment was at a minimum.

Each day upon coming home, the routine was the same – refill the water, clean out the food dish and debris and shovel up the poop.

While pricing 60 gallon vats and propane burner frames at the Restaurant Depot, the sight of the rising dollar bills with little turkey wings flying away prompted our decision to find a processor, avoiding the kill mess in our yard and saving a few hundred bucks. It was really hard to find the HVAC pieces to make an effective kill-cone for a 65 lb bird (which is how large they would have grown had they been harvested later) with a 25-inch circumference that would have to be attached to the fence.

We always wanted above all to take their lives humanely, and with the reverence for the good lives we worked so hard to give them — and we did work hard — for every dang pound of meat.

By the time October rolled around, we decided not to wait for them to get up to their predicted 65-lb weight. They were only 30, but already looking beyond our oven capacity, so we decided to start them on their finishing diet.

Farmer Pete recommended corn, of which we bought a large frozen box at Costco. We also used apple remains from a local cider-pressing event. We were told this technique would make for a juicier bird add a more buttery flavor.  This method instantly beefed-up the layer of fat on both turkeys.

We offered them beer to calm their nerves before they “retired” to the country. I chose one of my own Gold Top Ales I had brewed earlier in the fall (Yep, we blew their noses AND brewed them their own special batch of beer — our animals are pampered, our effort comes from our passion and this is why we are on this Free Range Quest).

The connection we drew with the animals we raised from teen chicks still existed, and in a sense we were sad to see them go. We had fattened them on corn, gotten them a little tipsy, and were strengthening ourselves for what was to come. After the deed was done and the totals for feed and butchering were tabulated, we did come to the conclusion that raising these giant turkeys had actually been a frugal way of attaining the healthiest-possible, free-range, 35 lb., delicious, moist, flavorful, farm-to-table holiday feast we could have imagined.

The chore of keeping the turkeys on our city lot had been enough effort, stress and mess to ensure we would not do it again until we have more land in a less rainy climate (I think this is where the term “up shit creek” may have originated). But we will definitely do it again — after all that, we wanted our own country farmland (complete with turkeys) all the more!

They charged us, they challenged us, they stared us down — Sometimes with the look of love, sometimes leading us to believe they’d kill us if they had half a chance — Dinosaurs man, you can’t get a read on ‘em… Until they flat-out flip you the bird.

David & Kristina

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Free Range Quest: Bus conversion slideshow! Passenger seat installation – AND the bed platform is DONE!


The navigator/passenger seat that we converted from an old office chair is now mounted with 360 swivel action! Carefully calculating the space we had to attach the seat without disturbing anything in the undercarriage was a daunting task! Dave spent many an hour measuring and crawling into the bowels of ALFie to assure we did it right. This thing is so over-bolted, I feel safe as a salamander in this sucker.  The bed platform is now complete with basement storage, clothing drawers, carpet and trim! We invited the pups to sniff out the progress, they seemed to approve! Now, we sleep…

SPECIAL thanks to our blog readers who donated/sponsored the carpeting and hardwood floors, especially Jane Cowan!

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FRQ: Recipe – Jackfruit Tacos with Cashew Cream Sauce – An awesomely addictive meal (even for omnivores!) from Evolve Vegan

Jackfruit taco filling looks sand tastes very similar to chicken and with cashew cream sauce is addictively delicious. I found this original recipe by Taylor Duty on the Evolve Vegan blog (go there!); where a wealth of healthy vegan options that taste decadent (and not at all like a cardboard foot!) can be discovered. I’ve made these tacos for several very satisfied meat-eaters and I can’t wait to use this vegan chicken substitute in my meat pies, chicken soup, tamales, and Thai style barbecued skewers (I’ve developed vegan recipes for all of them!). LOVE. I am not messing around, this is one of my favorite recipes and I am not even a vegan — Dang, I think this is gluten free too! Gluten free readers, I know you are out there, let me know if you approve.

So, continuing with today’s “Veganism for Omnivores” theme, here is some food porn from my first attempt at jackfruit tacos, the recipe follows:

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Shredded Jackfruit Tacos

  • 1 can jackfruit in brine
  • 1.5-2 Tbsp vegan taco seasoning OR homemade taco seasoning blend (recipe to follow)
  • Wet ingredients blend (recipe to follow)

Taco Dry Seasoning Blend 

  • 1/2 tsp crushed red peppers
  • 1 tsp cayenne pepper
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1/2 tsp garlic powder
  • 1/2 tsp onion powder
  • 1/2 tsp salt

Wet Ingredients Blend
You have some flexibility with the wet seasoning blend. The tomato paste and veggie broth are both crucial for the right color and moisture, but the rest is kind of up to you! Choose your own hot sauce, sweetener (I use BBQ sauce!) and other additives. I call this the “whatever is in your fridge” adaptation.

The wet ingredients breakdown looks something like this:

  • 2 Tbsp tomato paste
  • 1/4 cup (plus more as needed) veggie broth
  • 2 Tbsp Sriracha
  • 1 Tbsp Ketchup
  • 2 Tbsp Salsa Verde
  • 1-2 Tbsp BBQ Sauce

Start by rising, draining and cutting the core of the jackfruit off so you are left with the washed stringy pieces.

Add the jackfruit and the entire dry seasoning blend to the pan and slowly toast them together over medium-low heat (about 7-8 minutes).

Then add the wet seasoning mix, reduce the heat to low and simmer for about 20 minutes.

Using a fork, break apart the softened jackfruit pieces until they have a stringy, “shredded” type consistency. Adding veggie broth as necessary, continue to simmer over low heat for another 10-15 (as many as 30) more minutes.

While the jackfruit is in simmer stages, begin on the cashew cream sauce!

Cashew Cream Sauce

  • 1/4 cup RAW cashews
  • 1/4 cup tahini
  • 2 Tbsp nutritional yeast
  • 1 Tbsp lemon juice
  • 2 Tbsp cold water

Start by soaking the cashews in a bowl of water for a minimum of 20 minutes

When they are done soaking, drain & combine all ingredients in food processor and blend until smooth (about a minute).

As your jackfruit is finishing up, prepare your other toppings and warm up some corn tortillas. Compile your tacos, top with cashew cream sauce/any other hot sauce and munch!

Recipe by Taylor Duty, Evolve  Vegan

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So stoked to pass along this recipe… Let me know what you think!

-Kristina

FRQ: Vegan recipe – Siberian apple crisp with olive oil streusel and whiskey caramel sauce

While visiting farms in Minnesota we came upon a magical wonderland of Siberian apples at a gorgeous organic farm that we are profiling as part of our Quest.


Below is a recipe for my lovely vegan friends from someone who thinks like an omnivore.

I didn’t think that a decent vegan caramel sauce was possible, but I managed to create a thick, gooey sauce spiked with a little bourbon. This slightly salty bourbon caramel sauce would be great over any pie, a scoop of ice cream (vegan or not), in cocktails, or directly into your mouth…

No decadence was sacrificed during the creation of this recipe.

Siberian Apple Crisp with Olive Oil Streusel and Whiskey Caramel Sauce:

Serves 8

Filling:

2 cups of cored and chopped Siberian apples (you can substitute granny smith, crab apples,  honey crisp, etc… Whatever you love or have readily available)

2 TBS of sugar

2 TBS lemon juice

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1 tsp each of flour and corn starch

Streusel Topping:

1/2 cup oats

1/2 cup flour

1/4 cup brown sugar

1 tsp flax, chia or hemp seed (give or take)

1 tsp pie spice

2 TBS melted butter substitute (I prefer soy free Smart Balance)

2 TBS olive oil

Vegan caramel sauce:

1/2 cup butter substitute (I prefer soy free Smart Balance)

1 cup fine bakers sugar

1/2 cup coconut, corn, or agave syrup

1 TBS molasses

3 TBS coconut based vanilla coffee creamer or coconut milk (full fat)

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 – 1 oz .bourbon (as you wish)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Toss cored and shopped apples with lemon juice, sugar and cinnamon. Sift flour and cornstarch over the mixture and toss again until evenly coated. Transfer to a small glass baking dish

Mix all streusel ingredients and chill in the refrigerator while preparing the vegan caramel sauce.

In a non-stick pan, melt the buttery substitute and then stir in the sugar. Add the syrup and molasses and stir until the sugar is dissolved. Continue to whisk occasionally for about ten to fifteen minutes until the color turns deep golden (if you have a candy thermometer, you’re looking for about a temp of 350 degrees). Slowly add the creamer while stirring and sprinkle in the salt over the bubbling caramel. When the mixture becomes a smooth even color, take off the heat and stir in the bourbon.

Once the caramel has cooled a bit, drizzle a couple of tablespoons over the apples and crumble your streusel over the top. Drizzle a little more caramel over the streusel and bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes, or until the top is golden and the filling is bubbling steadily. Serve warm.

-Kristina

P.S. Love vegan recipes that don’t taste like a cardboard box’s ass? There are some fantastic ones that will satisfy even the most carnivorous of palates here… Yep, they exist!

Totally had to reference this site just to write that sentence… http://www.beedictionary.com/common-errors/palate_vs_palette_vs_pallet

Free Range Quest: A glimpse into the future of our bus conversion! -or- Things to do on a bearskin rug!

Here is a glimpse into our RV bus conversion, this tiny home design is complete (with some fantastic personal touches sure to be in place for the bus-warming party, thanks to starchitecht, Colin Jensen)! — Note the powder room with the sliding barn door, the kitchen with fold out breakfast nook, bed platform conveniently located over the basement, extended storage options, and the bearskin rug; perfect for relaxing in front of the mini fireplace… Now that the cleanup effort from the explosion is nearly complete, we have a lot of work to do!

-Kristina & David-

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Free Range Quest: Simplify… do or die!

In an effort to un-hoard, we sold our dining table and chairs, a side table, our guest bed and frame, our giant dresser (who needs a dresser when all we wear is The Uniform?!), and any remaining childhood memorabilia — save for one mint condition 1979 Boba Fett bounty hunter action figure.

As my family knows, when I was a wee lad I enjoyed the Star Wars franchise. Of course, as with many childhood pursuits, once I finally got out of my collecting phase the remnants would be left behind to the ages, the Craigslists and the eBay.

In kind of an awkward, post-hoarder situation, there Boba Fett sat, alone in the empty dining room, sans furniture.

We listed it on eBay for far below the researched value. It continued to sit for weeks. We could not feel free until we rid ourselves of this symbol from our lives as collectors, avoid-ers, savers of “keepsakes.”

Our feeling of being stifled was amplified as we faced a mountain of perceived challenges from the universe. Questioning this Quest had become a daily ritual as  mechanical problems in the bus and the Honda (our daily transportation) mounted.

It seemed every time we left the house we were plagued with a new disaster. Because we have less “stuff” to distract us, we have been forced to deal with an increasingly streamlined focus on the issues right in front of us (Terrible, right? Dealing with reality sucks!).

After the car troubles with both bus and Honda, and Kristina’s scary close call with a falling ladder while driving ALFie home from the shop, we were asking ourselves “Is the force with us? Is the universe telling us to turn back?”

The most recent evidence of universal discord was a literal explosion that occurred on the bus – WHILE Kristina was driving. It turned out to be a faulty fire extinguisher that had burst (luckily not the engine or anything that affected the mechanics of the bus). Kristina weaved through traffic, clouds of carbon dioxide powder billowing from the windows until she was able to pull to the side of the road. I spent hours on the (not yet completed) clean-up effort.

She was not seriously hurt, but full of CO2 dust inside and out and a bit shaken up. All things considered, I think she handled everything well…

After this string of unfortunate, dangerous, project-stalling mishaps, Boba Fett taunted us from his perch in our empty dining room like a Chucky in Mandalorian armor – we began to think progress would evade us and The Fear peeked its ugly head back in.

Disturbances in the Force, you could say.

After posting these experiences, a lot of good input came in from our friends and readers. One email in particular (from a reader on the other side of the world!) inspired us to continue:

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“I’m not so good at sharing deeply held beliefs in public, but I was really interested to read about the universe and your fears.

I’ve had lots of brilliant ideas and dreams over the years, and I barely tried to chase any of them. I then get to see other people succeed with them. Now that I’m a happily married man, I need to step up and follow through with some of my dreams.

Everything I’ve ever heard, read or seen relating to people stepping out of the ordinary and pursuing dreams tells the same story. Your resolve will be tested the hardest right before the good things start to happen. Most people would give up when things go wrong, and withdraw back to their normal lives without ever knowing if they would have made it.

I don’t know if any of that shit is true, but it sounds good to me. Another way to look at it is, what’s the worst that could happen?

So you get hit by a truck and die.

Well shit, that could happen to any of us on any ordinary day already. Everybody dies, but not many people get to die doing what they love. (Morbid!)

So you go on this big adventure, go broke and lose everything.

Fuck it, at least you tried. And at least you would know that this wasn’t the big adventure you guys were looking for. You get to rebuild and try with your next adventure.

As long as you have each other, you can do anything in the world you want. IF this is still what you want to do, I say go for it. Nothing would be worse than to die wondering what if… 

Jesus, what a preacher. This little rant is as much if not more about me than about you guys. We have an idea, that will soon become a plan, and it’s time for us to start working it. I will meet the same obstacles and fears, and I hope I can overcome them when they hit.

Finally, if you guys do carry on with the FRQ and the shit hits the fan after all, it wasn’t my goddamn fault.”

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Best letter of encouragement EVER. We continue because of this.

We are still able to press on, nothing has stopped working entirely, our design and build is looking better by the day, no one’s in jail… We decided after reading the above email that we were due for a streak of good luck…

The next morning Boba Fett sold.

-David & Kristina

Free Range Quest: Signs From the Universe -or- When to Quit and When to Spit! + Our First Giveaway!

Lately I have been asking myself if we are on the right track… We are working so hard to put together a homey, rolling cabin so that we can delve A Little Furthur into our Free Range Quest… Fairly often in the past few weeks we have encountered roadblocks, we have been literally struck with what some might consider to be “signs.”

Every time we left the house in the last few weeks to work on FRQ, something would go wrong. The bus wouldn’t start, a rock flew up and cracked the windshield, the battery died, our Honda’s transmission failed, a ladder careened off of a construction truck and nearly collided with ALFie, I tore some ligaments in my shoulder, we got a flat tire, our diesel mechanic did a ton of work on our vehicle without our approval… et cetera, et cetera.

Thanks to some encouraging emails and messages from our friends, we are forging ahead, though with great trepidation — We installed some flooring and storage drawers in ALFie this weekend and finally got our Little Furthur Fireplace in the mail! I have also been working on transforming an old office chair into my new navigator’s seat and we added a hinged door to the not-so-secret storage compartment within our bed platform (aka: the basement). This week was one of the hardest… We can definitely say that we are putting our blood, sweat, and tears into FRQ at this point:

Tell me, when all signs point to danger and luck ain’t nothin’ but a stranger… Do you heed the signs? Do you throw your hands up and quit? Or do you spit headlong into the cocksure face of adversity and fight for your right to LIVE the way you want to LIVE?!

I say spit. Or I usually do, anyway…

Is there a third option? Swallow? Swallow my pride and admit that something needs to be tweaked or redirected in order to continue on a path with a more harmonious flow?

Arrgh.

Enough of this mumbo jumbo — Tell me what you think in our comments section here — Ooh… and if you are interested in our GIVEAWAY, here is the info:

Back-to-School Bale GIVEAWAY!***

Enter to win a “Back-to-School” Bale of iCoir Coconut Fiber Peat courtesy of iCoir and Free Range Quest!

iCoir Coco Peat! (I LOVE this product)… iCoir’s Coconut Fiber is a more absorbent and renewable substance than peat moss and has many uses including animal bedding, a moisture retaining additive for garden soil, even as a medium for mushroom and hydroponic gardening — If you win, you can use it for anything you want — You can even follow me as I complete our mini, mobile, hydroponic bus garden like this:


…which I will post as a future tutorial! We will ship a bale of super expandable iCoir Coconut Fiber Peat to one of our lucky, garden-loving readers!

Coconut coir pith (cocopeat) multi-purpose media
100 % Renewable / Environmentally Friendly / Organic

You can enter to win by commenting on this post and letting me know that you have subscribed to our blog (Sign up with your email on our sidebar and click “Follow the bus!” — You can opt out of at any time). I’ll add another entry for you if you tell me about the challenges or risks you’ve faced when following your passion! — Do you believe you should yield to the resistance that the universe provides you? Amend your plans until things get easier? Spit in the face of a road block?! (Assuming it isn’t a literal road block, those could keep you from toppling off a literal cliff…)

I’ll email the winner after a random drawing on September 23rd! Thanks for reading!

-Kristina

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  • We accept no responsibility for lost or damaged goods. Nor do we assign any cash value to this prize. Don’t get your panties in a figurative bunch, this is just a blog giveaway meant to spread the word about our Free Range Quest and share something we love with our readers… Nothing more.

UPDATE: After posting this I was headed to pick up the Davester from work, listening to some classic rock… some horrible Steve Miller shit, when I heard a loud explosion! Smoke filled the bus immediately and I struggled to pull over and exit the vehicle, heaving and shaking — The Portland Police, headed in the opposite direction, flipped a bitch and high-tailed it over to the unmarked bus, greenish-white smoke billowing from it’s (thank-jeezuz-they-were-open) windows.

I ran wide-eyed to the sidewalk, coughing up dust. The cops asked me what was going on… I said “something exploded, I think.” A couple minutes went by and I ran back in to save my precious iphone. I didn’t even think about my purse. One male police officer asked me to open the other doors to my vehicle and a female officer directed traffic around the bus. Officer “Dude” asked me if I could move my car… I ran back into the bus but the stinging air poked me back into the street — as I retreated, I noticed that there was a fire extinguisher on the opposite side of the bus than it usually rests. The extinguisher had obviously been propelled across the cabin as it exploded (thankgodnotinmypreciousface!). I told the Officer, “I think the fire extinguisher exploded, it was hot today, it’s old, the universe hates me..I think… if I hold my breath, I think I can go back in and move it.” Somewhat unnecessary, purple-faced embarrassment set in.

I held my breath, which burned the shit out of my lungs, and ran into the bus, flipped it into gear and tore around the corner, off the main road, and ran back out of the bus, flopped on the sidewalk and proceeded to dry heave, wondering if the ambulance would be there soon… The Police drove away… (uhm, does it not raise a few red flags that an unmarked bus fills with smoke… I mean, I know it was nothing, but… WTF? Homeland security?) It started to get dark, I called a good friend. She saved us. The clean-up effort/poison control ensues…

(see last few photos from gallery above for the gore)

Free Range Quest: Farm School!

Farm school starts real early.  And on a Saturday, no less! Kinda like actual farming, I suppose…

I recently received an email from the Oregon State University Extension Service about the 2012 Small Farm School, so of course Kristina and I had our applications and a check in the mail before the ink was dry.

We had the chance to choose from classes on crop and livestock production, farm  maintenance, small-scale equipment, soil and water conservation, and animal husbandry.

Small Farm School was a one-day event at Clackamas Community College in Molalla, Oregon. So much to learn! We wanted to take nearly every class they offered, but we had to narrow our choices to two. We decided to take a morning class in veterinary care, and a two-part afternoon course in the field for tractor operation and safety (Kristina also snuck into a fascinating class on soil sample analysis! This may not sound terribly thrilling, but it’s a great skill to have if you happen upon your dream farm land, but aren’t too sure if it’s as fertile as it is beautiful).

Seemingly overnight, the season changed from summer’s loafing stroll to the snappy step of fall to come. Not a cloud in the sky as we got up Saturday around 6 a.m. The air was a bite into a crisp, cold apple… and we were in search of hot coffee and tea… We are not morning people, but this particular, gorgeous morning reminded us how much easier it is to rise at the asscrack of dawn when you are doing so in order to pursue your passion (Self discipline note: I even swore off college football game day for school – That’s dedication!).

Starting out in the classroom, a place neither of us had been in several years, we were treated to a host of slides on parasites and treatment (host, get it?)!

We were fortunate to be in the company of others who are small farmers and livestock breeders; each student shared many of their own experiences along with our veterinarian teacher.

It was still quite chilly as we headed out into the field, past the hoop houses, greenhouses and compost displays to the animal pens. There, our vet demonstrated proper handling of the animals and taught us to administer vaccinations, take a temperature, care for hooves, and procure a stool sample…manually. So that’s what those elegant, elbow-length gloves are for!

We tended to sheep, alpaca, one horse, and some mini goats who had arrived in the back of their owners’ Subaru wagon.

We got a chance to measure the animals’ body fat and gauge them on a scale by feeling around the spine and hindquarters amid their bleats and baas.

Sheep flipping was a class favorite and looks like it takes some training.

Then it was out to the tractor field.

Our instructor Wynn and his wife run a small pig farm and teach tractor safety to high school kids by day. We got a look at a fantastic textbook from the 1980s with safety tips and illustrations… All still relevant, of course…

Wynn had to keep reminding himself he wasn’t teaching kids, and it seemed any moment he’d bust out the driver’s ed gore movies. It was a close guess though – he’d taught shop for 20 years.

Bottom line – the tractor is big and powerful as hell, so don’t flip it or run anyone over.

I was the first to volunteer to master the array of gears, speeds, directions and tools and away I went.

After a fantastic sandwich bar lunch at Farm School, we were able to meet some of the vendors and check out some info on small farm suppliers and soil enhancement techniques. We were on the lookout for materials to create a mini hydroponic greenhouse for herbs in ALFie, and one vendor in particular had exactly what we were looking for –


iCoir Coco Peat! iCoir’s Coconut Fiber is a more absorbant and renewable substance than peat moss and has many uses including animal bedding, a moisture retaining additive for garden soil, even as a medium for mushroom and hydroponic gardening — We picked up a few super compressed bales and will be doing a tutorial post when we complete our mini, mobile bus garden! — We will also be doing a giveaway of an awesome bale of super expandable iCoir Coconut Fiber Peat that we will ship to one of our lucky, garden-loving readers!

Interested? Stay tuned for our next post to win!

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-David

Free Range Quest: Building the Bed Platform -or- The Case of the Tiny Space!

This week we started the construction of the bedroom in ALFie. We decided on a raised storage platform because storage is what we are lacking most in the space and we liked the idea of the bed being toward the back of the cabin, near the windows that we know are staying put.

The height of platform is 18″ which will allow ample headroom when our bed is folded into a couch position, this will also leave enough storage space for winter bedding, an aerobed, fuel, any necessary wiring, people we are sneaking into drive-in movies, our massive drug stash  and pet supplies… Whatever. I now refer to it as: The Basement.

I decided to carpet the inside of the basement to provide extra insulation, for road noise reduction, to keep things from sliding around in transit, I thought it looked nicer… and ’cause I kinda like the smell of new carpet.

ALFie is really starting to come together, but having this platform installed reminds me that I need to come up with some serious small space solutions! How can I successfully squeeze in the kitchen and bathroom? Will we find space for more storage? How can we maximize seemingly unusable space and properly take advantage of the height of the cabin while still creating a visual flow and minimizing claustrophobia? Send me your thoughts, links, ideas, cash, cool bumper stickers, photos, and positivity… and check this out:

This guy has less square footage than we do! (Though, he does have more cubic footage…) Take a look at one of the smallest apartments in Manhattan…if this guy can make it work, we’re golden, right?:

-Kristina

Free Range Quest: The Grateful Dave

We continue to find like-minded individuals in pursuit of the simpler and happier life on our Quest, brought to their circumstances, by their own choice or not.

And often the call for meaning is answered by the universe if we are open to see it. Once you start working towards your goals they start coming towards you.

In my darkest times of anxiety and near depression, I always try hard to remind myself “you are here for a reason” and “be grateful.”

It is too easy to feel very trapped and helpless, not in control of much of what we do each day.

Indeed, my list is probably too long to write here, but I am grateful for a loving, supportive and talented wife and family, pets, shelter, co-workers and as Dave Ramsey says circumstances that might be “better than I deserve.”

And sure enough, the lessons I learn everyday in writing, publishing, social media and editorial judgment will help us get to that freedom place. So yes, I am very grateful for my current employment.

I know millions of people are now struggling without that support and I am grateful for those who can express their own quests to adjust to the new and ever-changing world.

So as that universe tapped me on the shoulder (OK, Tweeted) the other day, I discovered the work of author Corbyn Hightower with her piece in the Huffington Post “Life after my family lost everything.”

So many publications now are doing series on “poverty in America,” the “new normal” and unemployment that can depress a reader. I started reading, afraid I may have stumbled on another “woe-is-me” bank-bashing piece, but was quickly engaged and inspired.

Hightower and her family are simplifying and paring down their ways of living, in part due to a job loss, and she is chronicling their adaptation on her blog and in freelance pieces published around the web.

“All around us, nest eggs broke open and a whole new culture emerged: we came out of it a bunch of chicken-farming, bike-riding, car-sharing, bartering, freelance DIY-types who are communally raising our under-scheduled kids,”

Good stuff!

From going car-less to the lesson in dumpster diving, Hightower has a knack for telling informative and emotional stories that while they have a core theme of enduring hardship, they have ultimate hope and determination.

When we surround ourselves with like-minded people it’s easy to be fooled into thinking “everyone thinks like I do, nothing is original” or that our own stories are less unique, but that is opposite of the truth.

We each have a unique place in the universe. Share the good stuff. It will attract more.

http://corbynhightower.com

Free Range Quest: ALFie’s Progress! -or- Keep on truckin’!

Though we’ve had some major delays in our remodel schedule, we were still able to make some great progress during the month of August. We got a pretty nasty rock chip in the windshield and that needed to be repaired right away — the guys and gals at Safelight (and our amazing USAA insurance coverage) did a great job with that.

After the damage was fixed we did an exterior cleaning (at the giant Jubitz carwash – Shout out to our little carwash-loving nephew, he would have been thrilled!) and we completed another thorough interior cleaning (including the painstaking process of removing a sticky load of safety decals) so that we could put down insulation and subflooring. We are using tape to mark off the layout and measuring our lumber for framing. The next steps will include framing and insulating the exterior walls in addition to building the storage platform for our bedroom.

We have worked through a few different designs and have a supremely talented Architectural Design Guru, Colin “The Starchitecht” Jensen consulting on our project (one of his original 3D rough draft illustrations of the layout is in the gallery below) — The final layout is still being rearranged to comply with weight restriction and distribution needs, and with our solar power system, but I think the ideas he has so far are pretty amazing… definitely motivational to me. Here are a couple of links to the two interiors that I have drawn the most inspiration from:

Remodelista: Jane Hallworth in Los Angeles

Maine Home Design: New Life Down an Old Road

-Kristina

Free Range Quest: Car Parting

We are striving to live a more simple life. To clear the clutter so that we can form a more meaningful view of our world and cultivate the best relationships possible. Sometimes simplicity isn’t easy, our attachments to certain things surprise us.

I got a call on the Monday morning after the July Fourth holiday week that poked a twinge of anxiety, leading to a brief near-panic attack while at work.

“I’m getting calls about the car Dave.”

The decision to sell my pristine, newest-car-I’d-ever-owned, Toyota RAV4 was made about a month earlier. A friend, Jimbo, offered to show the car for me and field calls since I would be busy with work — and maybe because he knew it would be easier for me to part with such a large possession if I didn’t have to be the one to hand over the keys myself.

I’ve sold many cars, only to get rid of them in favor of something newer. But this sale really represented commitment and dedication to something better. Something more than a car.

The steel cocoon was just another bubble of false security. No longer would I have that layer of familiar to and from, work to home, the same stereo system, windshield wipers and reliable blind spot….

Reasons why we decided to sell our newest car abounded. Two of us could share our Honda sedan. We could put the money toward the bus and our projects. With Kristina working at home most of the time, and the bus running like a champ, three cars just seemed unnecessary.

There was no action during the holiday week, so I re-posted the ad the following Monday and Jimbo got immediate response. I guess my low mileage gem was priced right. With the great help of Jimbo, the car sold to the first person who called after three days of negotiations between them and two other potential buyers.

The insurance people wanted to know – why did I sell the car? Was it a good car? Did you get what you wanted?

It was a good car. Pangs of guilt and fear shot through me in paralyzing bursts the rest of the afternoon.

The reliable and safe ride, day in and day out for the past six years provided my needs from dog carrier, lumber hauler, date night cruiser, and music gear packer.

Immediately the “What ifs?” began swirling in my brain…. I began to sweat, my heart raced, my stomach tensed and The Fear came… What if I needed that car at some point? What if my parents found out? What will my friends say? It was a great car, should I have kept it? Am I really stupid? What if? What IF?!

…My inner debate continued: Cars are never a good investment… and this isn’t a classic vehicle. It’s a Toyota SUV. More to the point, it’s a CAR. Just. A. Car. We still have two other vehicles between the two of us, this shouldn’t be such an emotional roller coaster!

Minutes later, I grinned in delight. I had crossed through the icy, rushing terror river of “What ifs?” and my rational inner-voice said that selling a car would not likely result in imminent death or destruction. It also said, “It’s too late to turn back now.” (followed by inner maniacal laughter)

Selling the car is representative of a big change. I’m finally feeling The Shift. Our lifestyle is really starting to change! This particular change, made consciously, sort of forces us to forge ahead, it helps us to focus and continue to move toward our biggest goals. Pushes us through the fear and into the fire! (a good fire)

Next thing I knew, the handshake was done, the cash was in the bank, and I was standing on the sidewalk about to drive to work like any other day. So much inner turmoil had occurred as I prepared for this sale, and in reality — here were the things that had changed: We had money to get the bus interior completed, more room in the driveway, and a way cheaper insurance bill. Insurance and registration alone saved us around $1,500 a year – before gas and maintenance.

The dogs will still get to the river, the cargo will still get hauled, and we’ll still get around town. And country. In our very own, really killer style.

Simple isn’t always easy — at first. But I think it may just pay off.

-David

Postscript: The day after I sold the car we had a family medical emergency that required us to buy plane tickets back to the Midwest. We then found out that one of our dogs would need major surgery. Days later we were informed that some repairs would have to be done on the bus and that we had to get a new transmission system for our Honda! My first thought was, “Oh crap I can’t believe I sold my (good running) car.” My second (more rational) thought: “This all would have happened anyway. Thank goodness I sold my still-running car.” If we hadn’t parted with that car, this Free Range Quest may have come to an abrupt halt.

So, there are a few delays, but this quest continues…

FRQ Recipe: Mead a la Mode – brewed with chamomile!

This recipe is so easy… The short version is to just dissolve a half gallon of honey in a half gallon of water and add a load of Chamomile blossoms, then a half package of prepared Montrachet yeast and let it sit for a month under an air lock… Badda bing badda boom

If you are new to brewing or mead, here are the details:

  1. Sterilize a glass gallon jug and airlock (I found mine at Portland Homebrew Exchange)
  2. Over medium heat in a sauce pan, dissolve 1/3 – 1/2 gallon of honey into a 1/2 gallon of water
  3. Turn off heat and add as many fresh or dried chamomile blossoms as you like (mine came from my garden, super easy to grow, but you can get these in brew shops, tea shops or various grocery stores – or you can use tea bags!), stir and steep (covered) until the mixture reaches room temperature
  4. While your brew is cooling prepare a half package of Montrachet (or any champagne yeast) by stirring with 5 tablespoons of warm water and a teaspoon of honey, let this mix sit loosely covered until it starts bubbling
  5. Strain room temperature brew into your sterile gallon jug and pitch your activated yeast on top
  6. Cover with an airlock and let it sit for 4-6 weeks (bubbling will slow significantly, but not stop) feel free to taste at this point to make sure it’s just right, you can let it keep going until the bubbling stops and it will be a bit drier — just don’t bottle when it’s super bubbly or your bottles might explode… Which has never happened to me (woodknocking).
  7. Strain into sterilized bottles and keep refrigerated until you enjoy.

Free Range Quest: Fresh meat -or- The day I learned where bacon comes from…

This is as fresh as it gets, folks…

 

Due to the graphic nature of this blog post, reader discretion is advised…

I have always remained firm in my belief that meat is perfectly natural, nutritious, and delicious to eat. I love tasting everything. I especially love indulging in a well prepared meat, but I was not raised to hunt or fish. I was excited and intrigued by the pig slaughtering class offered by the Portland Meat Collective, and saw this course as essential education for me.

In April of 2011, at a farm in Newberg, Oregon, Home Pig Slaughter 101 began in the pen. We were able to observe the hog enjoying it’s last moments snorting around some straw with the man who would butcher him. This pig had lived quite a charmed life for the last ten months. Noshing away on the scraps of a 5-star restaurant and finished on Oregon hazelnuts; this Red Waddle was fat and happy, and now his fate was sealed. The Farmers had attempted to sedate the pig with a little beer, but the hog wasn’t drinking – It was pretty early in the day…

The pig went very quickly. I barely had time to send my silent ‘thank you’ to the swine for his sacrifice when a quick shot with a handgun hit him right between the eyes, dropping him instantly. The class was then pragmatically instructed on how to quickly find and sever the animal’s aorta. The hog bled out, neon red in the mud, and then was swiftly strung up by his hind leg to be hosed off. A fascinating evisceration education followed. The second pig of the day was clearly stressed before the kill and I observed first-hand how that adversely affected the meat and butchering process almost instantly.

Like a movie full of metaphor, the gravity of what I experienced didn’t fully hit me until after I left the theater… er, farm. I drove home in a daze. I dreamed of the experience. I mourned those pigs. It startled me to feel fleeting rushes of sadness, exhilaration, nausea, guilt, and triumph… A more complete understanding of the circle of life and all that jazz. I definitely felt a little wimpy, even worried for having been so affected by something that I before considered a casual part of the natural food chain. Would I ever be able to eat meat again? The answer to that came later when I unwrapped a tasty mortadella from Gorilla Meats: Yes, I would eat meat again… but something was different… more clear.

I suppose I would have been more concerned for myself if I felt nothing. Levi, a PMC instructor, did a great job of showing the most swift, responsible, respectful and matter-of-fact farm slaughter I have ever seen or heard of.

This class changed the way I look at my career, my pets, and my meals. I have learned to be more appreciative than ever of the artisan skills of a responsible Farmer and Butcher. I know for sure that my place is in the kitchen, not the slaughterhouse. I’d rather break it down, cut it up and cook it than kill it. I am even more convinced of the importance of how the animals we eat live and die. I still love me some bacon, but I am humbled to experience this magical meat with a new level of connectedness with The Mighty Pig.

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-Kristina

Free Range Quest: From the grass to the glass at Autumnwood Farm!

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While we were visiting family in Minnesota, we came across Autumnwood Farm. Pat Daninger, who runs this dairy farm and creamery was kind enough to host Free Range Quest for an early morning cow milking lesson before we caught our flight back to Portland, and it was one of the best experiences of my life.

I have always been inspired by the way that every piece of geographical history can come together to create a nourishing chronicle of its components. Autumnwood Farm is over a hundred years old and has around 50 (hormone-free, of course) milking cows who rotationally graze during the day on many gorgeous acres of grass. All of the milk is low-temperature pasteurized and bottled on site at their micro creamery. This milk is some of the best I’ve tasted — a far cry from the gray, cardboard flavor they passed out with my elementary school lunches, this glass-bottled milk displays the notes of the land — subtle hints of sweet clover, alfalfa, grass, hay… Supreme cream.

I had very little experience with cows save for our recent hands-on research, books, and visits to the State Fair — and milking a cow has been a life-long dream of mine. Experiencing each stage of the creation of various cheeses is fascinating to me, but I have long wondered if the lifestyle of a small-scale dairy farm would be right for my delicate sensibilities — I am not a fan of rising ahead of the sun and the idea of being covered in poo before the ass-crack of dawn seemed like it might be beyond my capability (on a continuous, daily basis, anyway).

After a night of crashing thunderstorms and very little sleep, we woke up at 5 a.m., put on our uniforms, and headed to the country. David and I learned to hand-milk as well as machine milk the cows upon arrival. I was a little skeptical of the machine milking; several people have asked me if it is an unpleasant practice (for the cow or the human). The contraptions (often referred to as a vacuum claw… oof!) used to machine milk are strange-looking and it almost seems like it would hurt the cows… but I’m telling you, these cows LOVE it, they go into just the same lovely oxytocin trance as they would in nature.  It is an incredibly clean, pleasant and efficient method of milking. After the milking lesson, we visited the adorable new calves in the barn and the first thing these babes wanted to do is suck our thumbs — with those teeth! — Well,  if I were a dairy cow I’d choose the machine any day.

In the barn next to the milking house, the calves were being fed and watered. While we were observing, one of the more rambunctious calves escaped his pen and was doing the rounds, meeting with the other calves, running through the straw, and occasionally walking outside to watch another cow being scrubbed down and gussied up for the County Fair. He was lured back to the pen with a bucket of milk and sucked down about a gallon in under a minute.

The Daninger Family who runs this multi-generational farm are just as in love with the cows as the cows seem to be with them. This is a very clean operation, but hey, these are big animals, things get messy… The filthy and physically demanding work involved in taking care of these gorgeous animals is obviously a passion for the Daningers. There are no vacations from this lifestyle, though it typically takes the Daninger family only two hours each morning and evening to clean and milk every cow — they’ve got this down to a science! Each morning these happy cows are attended to, one by one. They are cleaned and milked and then happily shuffle back out to the Autumnwood Farm pasture to moo and graze until their evening milking.

My favorite cow at Autumnwood was ‘Panda’ – She was only a few months old when I met her — already beautiful, strong, and so loving… This gentle giant who could someday produce nearly a dozen gallons of milk per day was nuzzling my shoulders, nipping at my bandana, and doling out giant-cow-tongue kisses! She had the sweetest breath of any cow there ever was — seriously, this cow’s mouth was intoxicating! Panda smelled like hay and molasses and she was the one to solidify it for me; I want to start a home dairy. A herd of full-size cows is more than I could handle, but a couple of family cows seems like a beautiful dream to me, even if it means early morning milking and a lot of hard work (We are looking into a particularly small breed of Jersey cow that will be more manageable for a tiny operation). Waking up early to work on something I am passionate about seems like the best alarm clock ever… The Quest continues!

-Kristina


Update: Grandma D., who runs the creamery shop at Autumnwood, was kind enough to send me some great photos of the Daninger family “sales force”  at the farm which I have added to the slide show — This true family operation is so inspiring!

Free Range Quest: Wild fermentation! -or- Make your mouth a melting pot!

We began experimenting with fermentation in a variety of forms a couple of years ago. Making pickles, beer, breads, cheeses, and kombucha have become relished (winkwink) hobbies – It’s cheaper than buying the store bought stuff and we always feel victorious when we learn to do something that once seemed mysterious. Through trial and very occasionally, error — we have learned to trust our instincts and embrace a less sterilized outlook on creating in the kitchen. Instead of pasteurizing, boiling and canning all of our garden surplus, we have begun to allow some probiotics, live cultures and enzymes to form via a natural or enhanced (with the addition of live cheese cultures, yeast, etc.) fermentation processes and the results have been really fascinating.

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As Sandor Katz, the Author of bestselling books on fermentation (Wild Fermentation, The Art of Fermentation) puts it, “Fermentation is as much art as it is science.” Using a more instinctual approach to cooking has always worked well for me. Most of us have a natural knowledge of how something is supposed to taste, instincts and cravings for the foods that will help or heal us. The more flavors and cultures (world-food wise and pro-bacteria wise) I open myself up to, the better I hone my culinary artistry. Many a tastebud has been brainwashed (tonguewashed?) into thinking that the flavors of fizzy, tart, earthy or Alive means poison.  I grew up with a lot of processed foods, some of which I still enjoy occasionally. I continued to eat these things because they were the only foods that seemed to not upset my stomach. They were safe and sterile and never rotten. After suffering for years from digestive trouble and attempting (at different times) to be meat-free, gluten-free, alcohol-free, fun-free — what worked for me, personally, was not the exclusion of foods, but the inclusion of more types of food and probiotics. This is where instincts come in again: with education and common sense I have turned my kitchen and home brewery into a hotel for bacteria — pro-bacteria, that is. I have let go of my arsenal of chemical cleaners and (where appropriate) stopped trying to sterilize my food.

Every batch of fermentation is just a little different, because it is alive. Always growing and changing. While I think there is something to be said for a consistent product, I am very intrigued by the complexities and subtle nuances that fermentation brings. Sampling my pickled and fermented creations is like wine tasting.

 Kombucha Tea

Red Wing stoneware from Red Wing, Minnesota – Great for fermenting!

-Kristina

Free Range Quest: Shocking confessions on the road to minimalism -or- The weird shit we hoard

 This is not a story for the chicken-hearted… Or my parents… or in-laws who would undoubtedly be horrified…

There is something that I must reveal in a public forum so that anyone reading might hold us accountable and shame us into finally putting an end to our last remaining hoarding habits!

People hoard some bizarre shit. I once offered to help a friend tidy up his apartment only to discover his collection of old ponytails that he stashed in sandwich bags, and not the Ziplock ones — like fold over sandwich bags… This forever made me paranoid about what people might inadvertently find around my house and became obsessed with not having too much stuff ever since. Thank the TV gawds for bringing me Hoarders and making me feel so much better about my house, yet still constantly motivated to make it simpler/cleaner/more organized. I am haunted by the images of the old lady who obsessed over her precious pile of used diapers and “fascinatingly beautiful” bug carcasses.

It was not uncommon when we started dating for me to find among my (future) Husband’s piles of bachelor crap: old girlfriend’s underwear (that led to some interesting fights conversations), collectible filthy childhood toys, ten million or so guitar cables, and a fine array of unidentifiables of the food or clothing variety. Dave had a roommate who had filled the entire basement with box after box of unopened Amazon purchases, Microsoft manuals, CD cases, VHS tapes (VHS tapes!), rubber ducks, other forms of rubber poultry, comics, moldy socks that were likely shoved into the boxes on the way to the laundry when it was just too trying to get them into the actual washer, aaaaand nothing. Yep, there were boxes simply there because they were clearly “perfectly good boxes he might need someday” — Like, when he moved all his stuff out — Which he didn’t and we were left sifting through these rat-abandoned boxes for months after the roommate moved out and I moved in.

Once I moved in, it was harder for me to nag Dave about his borderline hoarder potential because it became clear that I had been holding on to some rather unsavory items as well. As I began to spruce the place up, unpack, and unload my feminine touches (see: candles, cleaning supplies, pretty-smelling soaps to replace the cracked shard of an Ivory bar that lingered near the shower drain) on Our Home, two things in particular were illuminated: We had multiples of some really unnecessary stuff and I save some things as if I were raised during the (first) great depression.

We had have a ton of knives. I like knives. Like the decorative, switch blade, retro, witchy woman/Jets vs. Sharks variety — I have a collection of letter openers — but the knives we have duplicates of (STILL to this day, even as we stand on the precipice of minimalism!) are really lame. We have approximately 13 plastic-handled (many never used) pumpkin carving knives in a variety of neon Halloween colors, sharpness/childproof-ness, and serrations.

We had MANY, HEAVY boxes of photographs shitty snapshots that were mostly of nothing. There were pictures of unknown landscapes, exes, blurry sidewalks (?), and (once again) nothing — seemingly blank prints that we saved with the negatives thinking that someday we would have the time, energy, and technology to find out what beautiful mystery had just escaped the lens before we snapped… I about snapped going through these piles of garbage for hours on end. Somewhere in the back of my mind maybe I thought that if I was ever in some terrible accident and got amnesia we might need these thousands of un-framable photos to help me regain my memory, but in reality those photos would serve to remind me that we were hoarders and that I never should have let my mother cut my hair when I was a kid… and we apparently like sunsets and the Statue of Liberty A LOT.  We finally have our collection down to a few albums of intelligible Photographs. We rarely ever make prints, since we rarely say “that’s a framer!” without major sarcasm.

We collectively had 16 spools of dental floss, 11 tubes of toothpaste, a file box full of expired medicine, and only half a roll of toilet paper between three bathrooms at any given time…

My Husband had a T-shirt collection that (when piled on the floor in anticipation of someone, someday doing laundry) reached the ceiling. This collection consisted of precious, typically XXL keepsakes that reminded him of shows he went to, jobs he had, camps he attended as a kid, and apparently the vintage shops he frequented during his rockabilly, Grateful Dead, and punk eras. They did not presumably remind him that he wears a medium size T-shirt.  I told him to narrow this collection to 20 shirts the first year we lived together and after many months and me sneaking some to the garbage in the middle of the night a fantastic system that I will write about later — it was finally accomplished. I believe he currently has this collection down to 3. I’m convinced he kept acquiring so many shirts over the years because he figured he had lost many of them to The Pile that had become too overwhelming to wash.

We had still have a disturbing collection of underwear. Yes, myself included. I had so many pairs of underwear that when I backpacked around Europe in my younger days, I would just throw them away after each use (this also had to do with my fear of the European laundromats). Although I have this collection downsized significantly now, it pains me to say that I carried around (and still occasionally find) tattered panties of a bygone era. I found one such disgraceful pair while doing laundry today which inspired me to write this post. I have carted lingerie around like a security blanket — We aren’t wealthy folks, but we can afford to by freakin undergarments on a regular basis — and therefore nothing shall excuse the fact that until I moved in with Dave (the first and only Man I shall ever live with) I had carted around for an undisclosed number of years (deep breath!) the underwear I wore whilst with my first erdate, one bra I distinctly remember buying at Victoria’s Secret in high school knowing full well it was a cup size too large, a bra which slices into my flesh every time I wear it but was just so expensive pretty I didn’t have the heart to throw it away, My “Alex P. Keaton for President — Sha la la la” boyshorts that contained about one half-inch of their original elastic, and the dreaded granny panty (which is not allowed in my home now that I have some pride and a person who sees me in my underwear on a regular basis). 

We have since purchased a new house together that is 75% less full of crap — Before we moved in, we gutted and remodeled it to make it less packrat-friendly. Packing and moving is one of the best ways for us to clear the clutter (though obviously not a practical solution for everyone), as we are forced to face the reality that few of our worldly possessions were treasures, and many were heavy and we didn’t want to move them again… Our goal is to get our wardrobe down to the basics of our Uniform (with a few special touches, of course – a girl’s gotta have some defining accessories) and to get our home down to the basics of our true needs and wants. Part of our continuing Quest for peace through simplicity… So, obviously, this creepy hoarder behavior must be exorcised from our lives like a pea soup spewing demon… I’m guessing this shameful blog confessional should do the trick.

Tell me about the weirdest shit you hoard/have hoarded in the past/things your “friends” hoard — What’s the toughest Stuff for you to let go of and why? Feel free to email me your anonymous confessions at FreeRangeQuest [at] Gmail.com

Happy un-Hoarding!

-Kristina

Free Range Quest: Inspiration at the Mission: “I’m Fine, Thanks”

Kristina and I paid off all of our debt in 2011. Save for our home, we have no loans. We have worked very hard to become more self-sufficient (stop paying people to do things we could learn to do ourselves) and to seek out simplicity by eliminating unnecessary indulgences (cable tv, gym, etc.). We also sold a bunch of our rarely-used stuff to pay off our debt. We did this so that we could pursue our true passions and begin this Free Range Quest. Because of our hard work, our brilliant Realtor and our kick-ass mortgage broker we are lucky to have home equity and a very low mortgage rate. Now the real fun begins.

Over the weekend we were lucky to slap on our uniforms and attend the world premiere of a film that identifies many tough questions and struggles that we have faced — and that we see others grappling with every day.

I’m Fine, Thanks, follows a crew of five as they travel the country over six weeks, interviewing more than 60 people about choices, the paths in life they have followed, “ultimately, that moment when people realize the life they’re living is not the one that’s true to their heart – and what they decide to do about it,” according to a press release.

I found out about this first feature-length documentary by Crank Tank Studios while scrolling through an assignment desk email about a month ago.

What I didn’t know, is that my wife had already contributed to the film’s Kickstarter and was trying to contact them via Free Range Quest. We were both instantly struck by the powerful and familiar themes of the movie trailer.

The assignment desk inbox is a bottomless, pitch black well of information from the corners of the earth. It is not hard for drops to slip through one’s fingers, but their marketing subject line pitch of “Documentary featuring Portland residents has world premiere in town on July 7” caught my eye.

Once I began to absorb the message and the subject of the film, I began to get that buzz of inspiration, the spark of passion.

Something we believe whole-heartedly is that when you align yourself towards what you want, soon it will seemingly start coming towards you. I knew that the chances of the skeleton weekend news crews covering this “feature-y” story on a Saturday were slim. I contacted the filmmakers anyway. Fortunately, Producer Adam Baker, Director Grant Peelle and Production Coordinator Joan Otto were happy to provide us with press credentials.

“I can’t believe how coincidental/cosmically aligned/just plain awesome it is that you and your wife have an undertaking that is so in line with the goals of this film – and that my release reached you,” Otto said.

Baker said he came up with the idea for I’m Fine, Thanks while writing for a blog about getting out of debt. The implications of many financial decisions the average American makes were obvious motivations of many subjects in the film.

Feeling as though we need to live a certain prescribed life, “the babe, the boat the bucks,” as one subject put it, work for decades at a job (presumably for someone else) until retirement (and only then pursuing our true dreams) seems to be a common theme for many people across the United States.

Walking into the darkness of the movie house from a hot, sunny Portland afternoon, we found out we were among the first to arrive at the Mission Theater in Portland for the screening. The sold-out event filled up quickly and as the intro to the film rolled, I knew this was going to touch a raw emotional nerve.

“Don’t start crying, Dave,” Kristina whispered.

“Oh, there’s going to be crying!” I’m far too much of an emotional sap (like my father).

The film’s subjects are far from feeling “fine.” Their bare emotions as they share their tug-of-war between appreciating what they have and mourning the loss of their innermost dreams is arresting. The stories were largely focused on people arriving at the question “why?” Why have they been living a certain way? Why do they feel so stuck? Why haven’t they followed their dreams? I’m Fine, Thanks is sure to leave any viewer looking inward and asking, “What are you waiting for?”… And yes, crying.

As Free Range Quest, we are also passionate about the “How?” We’re hoping there’s a sequel that can share more in-depth the stories of those who have broken free of that crippling cycle of complacency to make a change and strive for happiness. We want to see more about how they did it and how it has changed their lives.

For now, we are going to share how making a change in our own lives has propelled us into a life that is inspiring, hopeful, and exciting for us — and continue to join up with like-minded people who feel free to leave complacency behind and take control of their own happiness.

-D & K, Free Range Quest

MOVIE TRAILER – I’m Fine, Thanks

Intro to world Premiere with Grant Peelle

Free Range Quest: “Put Your Poultry in Your Pantry” by David Von Kroug

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City Folk Learn to Dispatch and Dress Chickens!

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Free Range Quest: The Uniform: some staples we enjoy -or- the search for THE ULTIMATE UNIFORM!

Below are some items we wear currently as clothing staples. Many we chose  based on a low price, ease of replacement, quality, and fit. I always keep an eye out for items that wash well and don’t wrinkle easily because dry cleaning is a toxic, pain-in-the-ass and I’d like to never have to do that again. We are still on the hunt for the perfect, versatile, tactical hoodie. I’m always looking for a great fitting and comfortable denim that is tough enough for working in, wearing often, and washing regularly. I owned a lot of clothes, but I always come home and end up putting the same, comfortable thing on at the end of the day – It looks good, it feels good, it works – So instead of amassing clothing that I wear rarely, I am now wearing/buying only my favorite pieces. I own 7 of the exact same shirt in 2 colors. I own two pairs of my favorite brand of denim. I own many scarves. I have several pairs of the same socks in 2 colors and about a million other undergarments which I am still minimizing — How many times have you gone through your pile of underwear and gazed in disgrace at an uber-comfortable yet tattered pair that you’ve held onto like a security blanket since you were a teenager? Admit it! Never again, I say!

Shoes are the toughest for me. Dave lives in Vans and Harley boots, but I have yet to find a balance of function and fashion in simply two pairs of shoes – a classic chick lament, eh? Even as I pare down my typically “utilitarian modern hippie chic” (orsoiliketothink) attire, I find myself getting sucked into flashy, fun, on-trend items. I admit to a monthly scarf indulgence (notthatanyoneasked), as that collection takes up minimal space and is a great functional accessory – I do love fashion, but I guess I am more of a voyeur than a participant in that game, I just want to feel really good every day and be able to do what I need to do with little thought or tumult. All part of our quest for peace through simplicity.

We are very open to any ideas regarding minimalist style, someone already sent me this killer link to a crazy spendy but multi-functional looking, rad hoodie with thumbholes and hidden pockets!

So, whoever is out there, please share any favorite staple items or any links to tried and true utilitarian pieces that are comfortable and still look flattering. What/Where should I check out next in order to piece together the perfect ensemble for the minimalist, non-nudist, traveling culinary artist?

What are items of clothing/accessories that you love and buy in several colors/over and over again?

What is an item of clothing that you have held onto for a shamefully long time? Confess!

We will be reviewing more pieces as we search for and settle on THE ULTIMATE UNIFORM!

(Jumpsuit perhaps? …Or maybe we would prefer to not look like we have joined/started a cult…)

Thx!

-Kristina

Some staple items we enjoy:

For Denim

Kristina’s T-shirts – she has a few in white and black

Hoodies – We both wear a small men’s hoodie from H&M because they are made a little thicker than the ladies version 

Boots

Free Range Quest: The Uniform: what wares we wear and where…

Steve Jobs passed away around the time that my wife and I started getting very serious about living a more minimalistic and intentional lifestyle. Jobs was a unique and fascinating individual; the bold exclamation point on his physical presence was his uniform, a concept we were interested in. The black turtleneck, jeans and tennis shoes that were a constant source of amusement for many, in truth underlined his belief in simplicity and functionality.

Of course carried out to the extreme, the Uniform becomes the opposite of individuality and at worst a cliché.

Our minimalism in the clothing department began a couple years ago when we were planning our wedding and packing for our road trip honeymoon through the Southwest in August.

Kristina was insistent I get a new suit and found the hippest clothier in PDX to do it. I wanted to spend less money, but came to see her point that this suit would
a) fit fashionably, classically, and look great
b) be worn in several different combinations for the occasion, weather, etc
c) probably last for many years.
d) eliminate confusion about what to wear in many situations
e) make many other pieces of clothing obsolete, thereby saving money and space

This and the California summer in mind, I vowed to bring one pair of nice jeans, three black T shirts and one white one, plus socks and underwear on our travels.

My uniform has now extended to include the black long sleeve cotton top – not in honor of Jobs or anything – but the black T and jeans is standard rock and roll fare and also functions fine for the casual business setting. Okay, I kept a couple of band T-shirts, but they work in the formula. For Kristina, she always looks great in a pair of fitted designer jeans and a white T-shirt — one of her colorful scarves or a simple accessory it’s a unique look from two basic elements. She also rotates a couple of versatile dresses and will be keeping and storing some more formal items including her custom designed NahKay wedding dress. Pairing down her shoe collection has been tough on her, but this job has become easier as her wardrobe becomes smaller and more utilitarian. It’s still important to both of us to keep some semblance of individuality, but function now reigns over fashion. We both own the ubiquitous Portland hoodie.

Walking around Santa Monica I was comfortable and cool. Throw on the sport coat from the suit and I was ready for business meetings at the Chateau. Toss on a hat or hoodie during a thunderstorm near the Grand Canyon and we kept on moving… We had a ton of extra room in our car, and washed laundry easily on the road whenever we needed to. It was a great trip, during which we combined business and pleasure effortlessly, and never felt out-of-place or wasted any time wondering what to wear.

I once had a daunting laundry pile that would stand perilously over the washer and dryer at home. Laundry was an unnecessary source of anxiety.

Everything I wear save for coats now fits in a small suitcase.

“The best style is the style you don’t notice.”  - Somerset Maugham

-David

Free Range Quest: The minimization station becomes a fundraiser for freedom at our first Free Range Quest garage sale

I can’t believe it’s June. Of course, when it’s 50 degrees and rainy ten months out of the year it’s tough to see summer coming.

After a very late night show with The Old States in St. John’s on Friday, we did not get to bed until around 3 a.m. Honest, it’s been many years since any band I’ve played in went that late. So we were a bit slow to roust Saturday, but determined to push past the inertia and try to get some momentum.

Our garage sale, an intended fundraiser for our bus, “ALFie” (and a huge step in the direction of minimalism), had been delayed for weeks in a row due to rain. But skies were dry.

ALFie became a “bus boutique” with our clothing rack onboard, and signs with Free Range Quest info on our fundraiser. The garage was full and we spread out more on the lawn and sidewalk, with a refurbed parking sign out in the street. Got the Craiglist ad, Facebook updates posted.

And it was slow.

Maybe one or two browsers in a couple hours, people had already planned and embarked on their weekend and the best we could hope was for some visitors via curb appeal. Around commute time we started seeing sales on our busy street.

My 4’ X 4’ goldtop painting was out by the railing and spotted by an older gentleman cruisin’ down the street in a Rascal scooter. He mentioned he was interested and would be right back after returning some cans to the recycling center. He came back a few minutes later. I had decided I would sell it to anyone who offered to buy it or even expressed interest. The customer, who introduced himself as ‘Art’, drew his medicine bottle of change, pulled out some coins and a crumpled one for a grand total of about two bucks. He was worried I would be insulted by his offer. Far from it! I was happy to give it a home and thrilled at the thought of someone enjoying the art…OK, as long as he wasn’t hoarding.

I took the cash, thanked him, and helped load it onto the front of his scooter and he rolled on down the street, showing off my amateur masterpiece to the denizens of NE Killingsworth.

He would be back.

Sunday we were up and ready by our 10 a.m. posted time. No one came for at least an hour. By that time we were supposed to go to a birthday brunch in Southeast, but brunch was cancelled and the place was hopping, so we decided to extend the sale. Friends were coming over too and bringing treats.

I had to keep moving eye catching pieces out front to catch drivers. The biggest was the Day of Dead Mexican skeleton CD shelf. That finally went for $10. I had put a smaller companion painting out front, and soon Art came back, gave me another $2 for it, asked if I had any more. I ran back in, grabbed the half-finished snare drum and gave it to him. We shook hands and he handed me some of his writings on the importance of family. A nice offering from a sweet soul.

Our retired neighbor lady came over, bought several small pieces and we chatted for hours about the neighborhood committee, the drugs and crime, the farm she was raised on. She got a dozen eggs with her purchase and she soon returned with some hearty tomato and lettuce starts for our garden.

We lost count of how many people offered to buy ALFie.

Several customers voluntarily rounded up their purchase price as a donation to Free Range Quest. One such donation was a two dollar bill; that seemed to be a sign — my Wife had her wallet stolen the day before while she was out purchasing some supplies for the sale and a deuce dollar was one of the many low-value things the thieves got away with. The Universe returned it!  More valuable, we realized during this sale that we have some very caring and generous neighbors.

A couple of contractor guys came by and pillaged the free pile of hardware, adhesives and paint stuff. They liked to tell us about all the jobs they were working on, how the chop saw was off for the crown moulding gig they were working on and how it ended up as a three day job instead of one. They were stoked about the free wood putty.

One woman from the neighborhood bought the tall bookshelf with lion head drawer pulls that I’d had for years and had to strap it on her small sedan. Her and her friend got about 6 feet from the house before it started to topple over, so we brought them some twine and they were on their way.

We had to keep running back to Craigslist to post every hour or so to keep extending the sale. By the time there were some raindrops falling, it was about 6:30 and we were pretty much spent, a lot lighter and a few hundred in the fund. Getting rid of personal property can be physically taxing! We felt a twinge of loss braided in with our larger feelings of freedom and relief from letting go of so many things we have held onto for years (watching ‘Hoarders’ can be a huge motivator).

A small load of leftover items went back in the bus and garage, destined for three piles – Donations to Goodwill, and The Rebuilding Center, donations to the garbage, and a few big ticket items to post on Craigslist.

It still seems like we have so much ‘stuff’. But we do manage to move a couple things a day to our Minimization Station – which is really just a box in our spare room… 

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I keep reminding myself a successful day only needs focus on the seeds we plant. And the bigger the hurdles seem as we reach for our goals, the stronger the determination grows.

Work builds muscle.

-David

Garage Sale Fundraiser for Free Range Quest and Veggie Oil Conversion Today!

Today until at least 2 p.m. we are having a garage sale — most of our possessions are in here, downsizing is a must — the only things we are not including are staple furniture items and things we use fairly regularly. If you live in the Portland area come on over to 807 NE Killingsworth — All proceeds go toward the veggie oil and RV conversion of A Little Furthur! Go ALFie!

Free Range Quest: Bus Changes – Before Construction Began!

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14 Surefire Ways to Have Unhappy Hens | City Girl Farming Blog

 

14 Surefire Ways to Have Unhappy Hens

goldieMaybe you already have backyard chickens. Maybe you’re just thinking about it. Either way, here’s some suggestions on what to do if  you want to ensure you have an unhappy flock of hens:

  • Cram too many birds into too small a space. It’s not like they need a penthouse!
  • Make sure they’re subjected to regular doses of rain and wind. They’re outdoor animals. They need to get used to it.
  • Sporadically feed and water them. Skip it when you feel like it. They should learn to fend for themselves.
  • Don’t worry about giving them fresh water. The dirty, poopy stuff is just fine. They like to drink out of mud puddles anyway.
  • Never clean out the coop. They will just get it dirty again.
  • Fling open the nest box while they’re laying eggs and disrupt what they’re doing.
  • Don’t worry about locking them in at night. You can’t baby them forever. They should learn to defend themselves against predators.
  • Keep the yard where they live in loud chaos.
  • Don’t get too fancy with the coop. Why build a roost? They can sleep on the floor. Privacy in the nest boxes? Get real! Again, not a penthouse.
  • Don’t isolate sick birds. What do they think this is, a bed and breakfast?
  • Keep them away from the dirt. That whole dirt bath thing is just gross. How can they get clean that way?
  • Don’t worry about them getting too hot in the summer or too cold in the winter. They need to toughen up.
  •  Change up the routine as often as possible. The best way to embrace change is to learn to adjust to it. They should be more flexible.
  • Don’t worry about what you feed them. Chicken food is chicken food, right? And oyster shells and grit? Why waste money on that?

Chickens-eating-yogurt

Of course you know I’m being sarcastic! Chickens really are happy by nature, but they do need their basic needs taken care of:

Living quarters that allow enough space (a minimum of 4 square feet per bird in BOTH the run and coop), shelter from the elements (and predators), dirt to bathe in, a roost, and some privacy in their nest boxes. All of this in a coop that is cleaned regularly with a chicken run attached to it.

The right kind of food for their age and purpose (ie chick food for the chicks, layer food for the layers), along with grit (to help them ‘chew’ their food) and calcium (to help them lay stronger eggs). A treat or two from time to time wouldn’t hurt either. Weeds, vegetables, fruit, cracked corn, etc. (Here’s a list of things NOT to feed your chickens.) And clean water.

Medical attention when needed (and isolation from the rest of the flock to keep the others from getting sick).

An environment that isn’t in constant chaos or always changing.

It’s all pretty easy. Just some basics. It doesn’t take tons of time and effort. Really.

And your reward? Hens that flock to you when you step into the yard. Chickens that entertain you constantly with their antics and personality. Enough fertilizer to start commercial farming (okay, maybe not that much, but close!)

eggs

And, of course, delicious, good for you, backyard eggs.

What’s not to love about a trade off like that?

14 Surefire Ways to Have Unhappy Hens | City Girl Farming Blog.

 

Find The Thing You’re Most Passionate About, Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life | The Onion – By David Ferguson

Find The Thing You’re Most Passionate About, Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life

COMMENTARY • Opinion • ISSUE 49•12 • Mar 20, 2013

By David Ferguson

I have always been a big proponent of following your heart and doing exactly what you want to do. It sounds so simple, right? But there are people who spend years—decades, even—trying to find a true sense of purpose for themselves. My advice? Just find the thing you enjoy doing more than anything else, your one true passion, and do it for the rest of your life on nights and weekends when you’re exhausted and cranky and just want to go to bed.

It could be anything—music, writing, drawing, acting, teaching—it really doesn’t matter. All that matters is that once you know what you want to do, you dive in a full 10 percent and spend the other 90 torturing yourself because you know damn well that it’s far too late to make a drastic career change, and that you’re stuck on this mind-numbing path for the rest of your life.

Is there any other way to live?

I can’t stress this enough: Do what you love…in between work commitments, and family commitments, and commitments that tend to pop up and take immediate precedence over doing the thing you love. Because the bottom line is that life is short, and you owe it to yourself to spend the majority of it giving yourself wholly and completely to something you absolutely hate, and 20 minutes here and there doing what you feel you were put on this earth to do.

Before you get started, though, you need to find the one interest or activity that truly fulfills you in ways nothing else can. Then, really immerse yourself in it for a few fleeting moments after an exhausting 10-hour day at a desk job and an excruciating 65-minute commute home. During nights when all you really want to do is lie down and shut your eyes for a few precious hours before you have to drag yourself out of bed for work the next morning, or on weekends when your friends want to hang out and you’re dying to just lie on your couch and watch TV because you’re too fatigued to even think straight—these are the times when you need to do what you enjoy most in life.

Because when you get right down to it, everyone has dreams, and you deserve the chance—hell, you owe it to yourself—to pursue those dreams when you only have enough energy to change out of your work clothes and make yourself a half-assed dinner before passing out.

Say, for example, that your passion is painting. Well, what are you waiting for? Get out there and buy a canvas and some painting supplies! Go sign up for art classes! And when you get so overwhelmed with your job and your personal life that you barely have enough time to see your girlfriend or boyfriend or husband or wife, let alone do anything else, go ahead and skip classes for a few weeks. Then let those paint brushes sit in your room untouched for six months because a major work project came up and you had a bunch of weddings to go to and your kid got sick and money is tighter than you thought it would be and you have to work overtime. And then finally pick those brushes back up again only to realize you’re so rusty that you begin to question whether this was all a giant waste of time, whether you even want to paint anymore, and whether this was just some sort of immature little fantasy you had as a kid and that maybe it’s finally time to grow the fuck up, let painting go, and join the real world because, let’s face it, not everyone gets to live out their dreams.

Not only does that sound fulfilling, but it also sounds pretty fun.

Really, the biggest obstacle to overcome here—aside from every single obligation you have to your friends, family, job, and financial future—is you. And I’ll tell you this much: You don’t want to wake up in 10 years and think to yourself, “What if I had just gone after my dreams during those brief 30-minute lunch breaks when I was younger?” Because even if it doesn’t work out, don’t you owe it to yourself to look in the mirror and confidently say, “You know what, I gave it my best half-hearted shot”?

Find The Thing You’re Most Passionate About, Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life | The Onion – America’s Finest News Source.

Homemade Dishwasher Detergent – by A Blossoming Life

Homemade Dishwasher Detergent.

Homemade Dishwasher Detergent

by AMY on OCTOBER 28, 2011

DIY Dishwasher Detergent

Its Frugal Friday! This recipe is so stinking frugal, so easy its crazy, and you have to try it! It takes about 2 minutes, costs about $0.65 to make, and should last about 100 loads. That’s not even a penny a load! Talk about saving money! Also, I think it works better that the brand name stuff. This is a great beginners project for someone who wants to make more items homemade and purchase less consumer products.

Homemade Dishwasher Detergent
2 cups Borax
2 cups washing soda
4 packets of sugar free lemonade Kool-aid (or you can use citric acid)

Mix all ingredients together and keep in some kind of container. It could be a super cute old mason jar like mine :) or just an empty detergent box you have.
To use: Place 1 Tbs in the pre-wash (open cup) and 1 Tbs in the main wash (closed cup).

The original recipe says to use white vinegar for the rinse aid, but when I did this it made all my dishes smell like vinegar which isn’t too pleasant. I found if you put a squirt of Dawn or some other brand in the main wash container it makes your dishes much more sparkly!

Simple life Manhattan: a 90-square-foot microstudio that is the same size as our Free Range Quest bus!!!

90sf aptCheck out this Manhattan apartment! This 12 ft. x 7 ft. space is the same size as ALFie! Though this NYC abode obviously has much higher ceilings to work with, it’s a great inspiration for our RV bus conversion and a fantastic example for all who are looking to minimize!

Click this link below for the video:

Simple life Manhattan: a 90-square-foot microstudio – YouTube.

How do his veggies grow? The no-dig way!

How do his veggies grow? The no-dig way – latimes.com.

How do his veggies grow? The no-dig way

Pat Marfisi applies the low-water, layering technique to his Hollywood Hills plot and reaps an abundance of organic produce.

No-Dig Gallery

Pat Marfisi carries alfalfa hay into his Hollywood Hills backyard, but there aren’t any animals to feed. It’s for his “no dig” vegetable garden. (Robert Lachman / Los Angeles Times)

PAT MARFISI carries bales of alfalfa hay and straw into the center aisle of his Hollywood Hills vegetable garden and begins tearing off pieces of the stuff. He doesn’t have any animals to feed, just his “no-dig” landscape: raised beds using lasagna-like layers of fodder, bone and blood meal and compost — and remarkably little water.

Now that Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has declared a statewide drought, Marfisi’s 300-square-foot patch seems more relevant than ever. It’s his personal horticultural laboratory for a low-water, sustainable technique he learned working on organic farms in Australia last year.

Since he began gardening in this fashion, he says, he has been “inundated” with food. With the exception of some recent losses to raccoons drawn to the soil’s abundant grubs and earthworms, Marfisi’s garden is thriving with beets, collard greens, chard, celery, tomatoes, chives, peppers, basil, chives, lettuces and leeks. He estimates he grows enough food to feed three people daily.

When asked how much he waters, Marfisi shoves his hand deep beside some Swiss chard and pulls out moist, decomposed soil laced with remnants of straw. “I haven’t watered in 10 days,” he says. “This is what I want people to know: You can have beauty and abundance without a lot of water.”

The retired Marfisi came upon the method while working as a volunteer farmhand Down Under, where the technique has been used since the 1977 paperback, “Esther Deans’ Gardening Book: Growing Without Digging,” promoted it as a solution to poor soil, rampant weeds, water shortages and costly food.

“Today, L.A. faces a lot of the same issues,” Marfisi says. “In addition, we have global warming from pollution, and home gardening is a significant way to reduce transportation cost and related pollution.”

He points out that noted food and science writer Michael Pollan, author of the recent “In Defense of Food,” estimates that the distance traveled by food to the plate of an average American is 1,500 miles. “This number is 150 feet for most home gardeners,” Marfisi says. “That is a huge reduction in transport cost and pollution.”

UNTIL HE had time for hands-on yard work, gardening was a passionate intellectual pursuit for Marfisi, who likes to sit for hours studying bugs with reference books in hand. But after leaving his job as a management consultant, he enrolled in UCLA Extension’s horticulture program, which inspired him to dump water-hungry annuals and replace them with California natives. Then last year, Marfisi, who has a doctorate in economics, decided he wanted to become a farmer.

At age 60, Marfisi became a WWOOFer — he joined World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms (www.wwoof.org), an international cultural exchange program that provides organic farmers free labor in exchange for providing workers with food and lodging.

The former consultant for big-name clients such as Sun- America thought it would be the ultimate work-study program to learn about sustainable farming and lifestyles.

“The attraction was to get into the heart of the world of permaculture and biodynamics and experience it firsthand,” he says. “Being retired, I had the time. I thought, ‘I’m still healthy and strong.’ I figured now is the time to do it.” (He hopes to join WWOOF again next year in Costa Rica).

He started on a farm in New Zealand. Moving to Australia, he eventually worked on farms in six cities in Tasmania, Southern Australia and the Northern Territory. His friends thought he was crazy.

“Here is a guy who made the transition from corporate board rooms to the deserts of Australia and New Zealand to examine horticulture,” friend Perry Parks says. “I couldn’t get my head around it initially. At his age . . . hiring yourself off to various farms? Digging fence posts?” he says, chuckling.

“But tracking him through his e-mail messages, it seemed to be a real change of pace and it took on a kind of a meditative quality. Everything seemed to be slower, simpler and clearer. He got a lot out of it. Now he’s come back and put it into practice,” Parks says.

THOUGH there is some debate over the origins of the no-dig method — Ruth Stout’s “How to Have a Green Thumb Without an Aching Back,” first published in 1955, and Masanobu Fukuoka’s “One Straw Revolution,” translated to English from Japanese in 1978, are other references — one thing is certain: It is easy and it works.

Veteran gardeners will say that the greatest amount of work in creating a successful vegetable garden goes into soil preparation. One of the best things about this sustainable alternative: You don’t have to break your back digging and pulling roots.

“It’s a wonderful movement,” says landscape designer and garden writer Rosalind Creasy, author of “The Complete Book of Edible Landscaping.” “So many gardeners presume you have to start with a rototiller. That only destroys the soil structure and burns the organic matter.”

No-dig beds are created by layering organic materials above ground on newspaper. Marfisi starts with alfalfa hay (Deans recommends Lucerne hay, but it’s hard to find locally), then straw and finally compost. Marfisi dusts the newspaper, alfalfa and straw with blood and bone meal. (Details in accompanying story). The layers then decompose, turning into a nutrient-rich mixture much like compost.

Marfisi says no-dig is more efficient, water wise, because once a plant has a 10- to 12-inch root system, the layers of compost and straw keep moisture around the roots. And you can keep layering it over and over again as the organic matter breaks down.

Aside from its looking a little messy, Creasy finds few negatives to no-dig. She does urge novice gardeners, however, to learn about soil nutrients that vegetables need. “You still have to fertilize,” she says. “You still have to renew the nitrogen. Peas are legumes and they have nitrogen-mixing bacteria. Broccoli is a heavy feeder. You [also] have to think about crop rotation.”

Marfisi concedes that it is harder to get nitrogen and the acidity or alkalinity right in a fresh no-dig bed than in conventional soil. But once the organic matter has been in for two or three months and fertilizer is added, these imbalances seem to correct themselves, he says, and his harvests have been bountiful.

It seems Marfisi was destined to become a locavore from an early age. He clearly remembers the first seeds he planted as a 7-year-old in Missouri. The simple act of pushing seeds into soil and waiting to see what happened was the beginning of a lifelong yearning that would haunt him until he retired.

“I was blown away that seeds manufactured flowers,” he says of discovering pink and orange zinnias weeks later. “Even to this day it still amazes me. . . . That picture remained in the back of my mind, while I was working 80 hours a week.”

Now vegetables provide that same fascination. “Reconnecting to earth is huge for people who are contemplating retirement.”

lisa.boone@latimes.com

10 Reasons Why 2013 Will Be The Year You Quit Your Job by James Altucher

10 Reasons Why 2013 Will Be The Year You Quit Your Job | TechCrunch.

10 Reasons Why 2013 Will Be The Year You Quit Your Job

JAMES ALTUCHER

Saturday, January 12th, 2013


Editor’s note:
 James Altucher is an investor, programmer, author, and several-times entrepreneur. His latest books are I Was Blind But Now I See and 40 Alternatives to College. Please follow him on Twitter @jaltucher.

People read TechCrunch because they want to create something, they don’t want to follow orders all of their lives, and they want financial freedom. I’m being blunt. The above three items feel good. God bless you. Hopefully once you get the three things above, you get to keep them. Most people (i.e. ME) have to ride a roller coaster for awhile because we are stupid. But some people are smart.

Getting the things you want is hard but for reasons I explain below, you now have no other choice. The myth of corporate safety, of rising up through the ranks, of getting the gold watch, of getting applauded by your peers is over. Not because the economy is bad. But because innovation and the global economy are better than ever.

But don’t wait for shortcuts.

You can’t make money without selling something real. You can’t make something real without first imagination manifesting itself in your head. You can’t have imagination without surrendering yourself to an idea that you want to create something of value to other human beings.

And now it’s too late. Now the course of history has finally written its next chapter. There’s no more bullshit. I’m going to tell you why you have to quit your job. Why you need to get the ideas moving. Why you need to build a foundation for your life or soon you will have no roof.

Jabba’s newest employee

1) The middle class is dead. A few weeks ago I visited a friend of mine who manages a trillion dollars. No joke. A trillion. If I told you the name of the family he worked for you would say, “they have a trillion? Really?” But that’s what happens when $10 million compounds at 2 percent over 200 years.

He said, “look out the windows.” We looked out at all the office buildings around us. “What do you see?” he said. “I don’t know.” “They’re empty! All the cubicles are empty. The middle class is being hollowed out.” And I took a closer look. Entire floors were dark. Or there were floors with one or two cubicles but the rest empty. “It’s all outsourced, or technology has taken over for the paper shufflers,” he said.

“Not all the news is bad,” he said. “More people entered the upper class than ever last year.” But, he said, more people are temp staffers than ever.

And that’s the new paradigm. The middle class has died. The American Dream never really existed. It was a marketing scam.

And it was. The biggest provider of mortgages for the past 50 years, Fannie Mae, had as their slogan, “We make the American Dream come true.” It was just a marketing slogan all along. How many times have I cried because of a marketing slogan. And then they ruined it.

2) You’ve been replaced. Technology, outsourcing, a growing temp staffing industry, productivity efficiencies, have all replaced the middle class. The working class. Most jobs that existed 20 years ago aren’t needed now. Maybe they never were needed. The entire first decade of this century was spent with CEOs in their Park Avenue clubs crying through their cigars, “how are we going to fire all this dead weight?” 2008 finally gave them the chance. “It was the economy!” they said. The country has been out of a recession since 2009. Four years now. But the jobs have not come back. I asked many of these CEOs: did you just use that as an excuse to fire people, and they would wink and say, “let’s just leave it at that.”

I’m on the board of directors of a temp staffing company with $600 million in revenues. I can see it happening across every sector of the economy. Everyone is getting fired. Everyone is toilet paper now.

Flush.

Robots are the new middle class

3) Corporations don’t like you. The executive editor of a major news publication took me out to lunch to get advice on how to expand their website traffic. But before I could talk he started complaining to me: “Our top writers keep putting their twitter names in their posts and then when they get more followers they start asking for raises.”

“What’s the problem?” I said. “Don’t you want writers that are popular and well-respected?”

When I say a “major news publication” I am talking MAJOR.

He said, “no, we want to be about the news. We don’t want anyone to be an individual star.”

In other words, his main job was to destroy the career aspirations of his most talented people, the people who swore their loyalty to him, the people who worked 90 hours a week for him. If they only worked 30 hours a week and were slightly more mediocre he would’ve been happy. But he doesn’t like you. He wants you to stay in the hole and he will throw you a meal every once in awhile in exchange for your excrement. If anyone is a reporter out there and wants to message me privately I will tell you who it was. But basically, it’s all of your bosses. Every single one of them.

4) Money is not happiness. A common question during my Twitter Q&A, asked at least once a week, is “should I take the job I like or should I take the job that pays more money.”

Leaving aside the question of “should I take a job at all,” let’s talk about money for a second. First, the science: studies show that an increase in salary only offers marginal to zero increase in “happiness” above a certain level. Why is this? Because of this basic fact: people spend what they make. If your salary increases $5,000 you spend an extra $2000 on features for your car, you have an affair, you buy a new computer, a better couch, a bigger TV, and then you ask, “where did all the money go?” Even though you needed  none of the above now you need one more thing: another increase in your salary, so back to the corporate casino for one more try at the salary roulette wheel. I have never once seen anyone save the increase in their salary.

In other words, don’t stay at the job for safe salary increases over time. That will never get you where you want – freedom from financial worry. Only free time, imagination, creativity, and an ability to disappear will help you deliver value that nobody ever delivered before in the history of mankind.

5) Count right now how many people can make a major decision that can ruin your life. I don’t like it when one person can make or break me. A boss. A publisher. A TV producer. A buyer of my company. At any one point I’ve had to kiss ass to all of the above. I hate it. I will never do it again.

The way to avoid this is to diversify the things you are working on so no one person or customer or boss or client can make a decision that could make you rich or destroy you or fulfill your life’s dreams or crush them. I understand it can’t happen in a day. Start planning now how to create your own destiny instead of allowing people who don’t like you to control your destiny. When you do this count, make sure the number comes to over 20. Then when you spin the wheel the odds are on your side that a winning number comes up.

6) Is your job satisfying your needs? I will define “needs” the way I always do, via the four legs of what I call “the daily practice.” Are your physical needs, your emotional needs, your mental needs, and your spiritual needs being satisfied?

The only time I’ve had a job that did was when I had to do little work so that I had time on the side to either write, or start a business, or have fun, or spend time with friends. The times when I haven’t is when I was working too hard, dealing with people I didn’t like, getting my creativity crushed  over and over, and so on. When you are in those situations you need to plot out your exit strategy.

Your hands are not made to type out memos. Or put paper through fax machines. Or hold a phone up while you talk to people you dislike. A hundred years from now your hands will rot like dust in your grave. You have to make wonderful use of those hands now. Kiss your hands so they can make magic.

One can argue, “not everyone is entitled to have all of those needs satisfied at a job.” That’s true. But since we already know that the salary of a job won’t make you happy, you can easily modify lifestyle and work to at least satisfy more of your needs. And the more these needs are satisfied the more you will create the conditions for true abundance to come into your life.

Your life is a house. Abundance is the roof. But the foundation and the plumbing need to be in there first or the roof will fall down, the house will be unlivable. You create the foundation by following the Daily Practice. I say this not because I am selling anything but because it worked for me every time my roof caved in. My house has been bombed, my home has been cold and blistering winds gave me frost bite, but I managed to rebuild. This is how I did it.

Another day on the job

7) Your Retirement Plan is For Shit. I don’t care how much you set aside for your 401k. It’s over. The whole myth of savings is gone. Inflation will carve out the bulk of your 401k. And in order to cash in on that retirement plan you have to live for a really long time doing stuff you don’t like to do. And then suddenly you’re 80 and you’re living a reduced lifestyle in a cave and can barely keep warm at night.

The only retirement plan is to Choose Yourself. To start a business or a platform or a lifestyle where you can put big chunks of money away. Some people can say, “well, I’m just not an entrepreneur.”

This is not true. Everyone is an entrepreneur. The only skills you need to be an entrepreneur: an ability to fail, an ability to have ideas, to sell those ideas, to execute on those ideas, and to be persistent so even as you fail you learn and move onto the next adventure. Or be an entrepreneur at work. An “entre-ployee.” Take control of who you report to, what you do, what you create. Or start a business on the side. Deliver some value, any value, to anybody, to somebody, and watch that value compound into a career.

What is your other choice? To stay at a job where the boss is trying to keep you down, will eventually replace you, will pay you only enough for you to survive, will rotate between compliments and insults so you stay like a fish caught on the bait as he reels you in. Is that your best other choice? You and I have the same 24 hours each day. Is that how you will spend yours?

8) Excuses. ”I’m too old.” “I’m not creative.” “I need the insurance.” “I have to raise my kids.” I was at a party once. A stunningly beautiful woman came up to me and said, “James, how are you!?”

WHAT? Who are you?

I said, “Hey! I’m doing well.” But I had no idea who I was talking to. Why would this woman be talking to me? I was too ugly. It took me a few minutes of fake conversation to figure out who she was.

It turns out she was the frumpish-looking woman who had been fired six months earlier from the job we were at. She had cried as she packed up her cubicle when she was fired. She was out of shape, she looked about 30 years older than she was, and now her life was going to go from better to worse. Until…she realized that she was out of the zoo. In the George Lucas movie, THX-1138 (the name of the main character was “THX-1138″) everyone’s choices are removed and they all live underground because above ground is “radioactive.” Finally THX decides better to die above ground than suffer forever underground where he wasn’t allowed to love. He wasn’t free.

He makes his way above ground, evading all the guards and police. And when he gets there, it’s sunny. Everyone above ground is beautiful, and they are waiting for him with open arms and kisses. The excuse “but it’s radioactive out there!” was just there to keep him down.

“This is easy for you to say,” people say to me. “Some of us HAVE to do this!” The now-beautiful woman had to do it also. “What are you doing now?” I asked her. “Oh, you know,” she said. “Consulting.” But some  people say, “I can’t just go out there and consult. What does that even mean?”

And to that I answer, “Ok, I agree with you.” Who am I to argue? If someone insists they need to be in prison even though the door is unlocked then I am not going to argue. They are free to stay in prison.

9) It’s okay to take baby steps. ”I can’t just QUIT!” people say. “I have bills to pay.” I get it. Nobody is saying quit today. Before a human being runs a marathon they learn to crawl, then take baby steps, then walk, then run. Then exercise every day and stay healthy. Then run a marathon. Heck, what am I even talking about? I can’t run more than two miles without collapsing in agony. I am a wimp.

Make the list right now. Every dream. I want to be a bestselling author. I want to reduce my material needs. I want to have freedom from many of the worries that I have succumbed to all my life. I want to be healthy. I want to help all of the people around me or the people who come into my life. I want everything I do to be a source of help to people. I want to only be around people I love, people who love me. I want to have time for myself.

THESE ARE NOT GOALS. These are themes. Every day, what do I need to do to practice those themes? It starts the moment I wake up: “Who can I help today?” I ask the darkness when I open my eyes. “Who would you have me help today?” I’m a secret agent and I’m waiting for my mission. Ready to receive. This is how you take baby steps. This is how eventually you run towards freedom.

10) Abundance will never come from your job. Only stepping out of the prison imposed on you from your factory will allow you to achieve abundance. You can’t see it now. It’s hard to see the gardens when you are locked in jail. Abundance only comes when you are moving along your themes. When you are truly enhancing the lives of the people around you.

When every day you wake up with that motive of enhancement. Enhance your family, your friends, your colleagues, your clients, potential customers, readers, people who you don’t even know yet but you would like to know. Become a beacon of enhancement and then, when the night is gray, all of the boats will move towards you, bringing their bountiful riches.

Don’t believe me. Stay with a boss that hates you. A job that is keeping  you locked on a chain around your neck, tantalizing you with incremental increases in pay and job title. Stay in a culture that is quietly replacing the entire middle class. This is not anyone’s fault. These are the tectonic plates of economics destroying an entire suburban culture that has lasted for almost 100 years.

Until you choose yourself for success, and all that choice entails, you will be locked into the prison. You will stare into your lover’s eyes looking for a sign that he or she loves you back. But slowly the lights will fade, the warmth of another body will grow cold, and you will go to sleep dreamless in the dark once again.

[You can follow James on Twitter @jaltucher. Or read his blog.
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Street Farmer Will Allen – By Elizabeth Royte

Meet Will Allen, a 60 year old giant in urban farming. Allen runs an inner city farm in the heart of Milwaukee, creating an oasis in the middle of a food desert.

Street Farmer – NYTimes.com.

Will Allen, a farmer of Bunyonesque proportions, ascended a berm of wood chips and brewer’s mash and gently probed it with a pitchfork. “Look at this,” he said, pleased with the treasure he unearthed. A writhing mass of red worms dangled from his tines. He bent over, raked another section with his fingers and palmed a few beauties.

Nigel Parry for The New York Times

Will Allen

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An Urban Farmer Is Rewarded for His Dream (October 1, 2008)

Letters: Street Farmer (July 19, 2009)

It was one of those April days in Wisconsin when the weather shifts abruptly from hot to cold, and Allen, dressed in a sleeveless hoodie — his daily uniform down to 20 degrees, below which he adds another sweatshirt — was exactly where he wanted to be. Show Allen a pile of soil, fully composted or still slimy with banana peels, and he’s compelled to scoop some into his melon-size hands. “Creating soil from waste is what I enjoy most,” he said. “Anyone can grow food.”

Like others in the so-called good-food movement, Allen, who is 60, asserts that our industrial food system is depleting soil, poisoning water, gobbling fossil fuels and stuffing us with bad calories. Like others, he advocates eating locally grown food. But to Allen, local doesn’t mean a rolling pasture or even a suburban garden: it means 14 greenhouses crammed onto two acres in a working-class neighborhood on Milwaukee’s northwest side, less than half a mile from the city’s largest public-housing project.

And this is why Allen is so fond of his worms. When you’re producing a quarter of a million dollars’ worth of food in such a small space, soil fertility is everything. Without microbe- and nutrient-rich worm castings (poop, that is), Allen’s Growing Power farmcouldn’t provide healthful food to 10,000 urbanites — through his on-farm retail store, in schools and restaurants, at farmers’ markets and in low-cost market baskets delivered to neighborhood pickup points. He couldn’t employ scores of people, some from the nearby housing project; continually train farmers in intensive polyculture; or convert millions of pounds of food waste into a version of black gold.

With seeds planted at quadruple density and nearly every inch of space maximized to generate exceptional bounty, Growing Power is an agricultural Mumbai, a supercity of upward-thrusting tendrils and duct-taped infrastructure. Allen pointed to five tiers of planters brimming with salad greens. “We’re growing in 25,000 pots,” he said. Ducking his 6-foot-7 frame under one of them, he pussyfooted down a leaf-crammed aisle. “We grow a thousand trays of sprouts a week; every square foot brings in $30.” He headed toward the in-ground fish tanks stocked with tens of thousands of tilapia and perch. Pumps send the dirty fish water up into beds of watercress, which filter pollutants and trickle the cleaner water back down to the fish — a symbiotic system called aquaponics. The watercress sells for $16 a pound; the fish fetch $6 apiece.

Onward through the hoop houses: rows of beets and chard. Out back: chickens, ducks, heritage turkeys, goats, beehives. While Allen narrated, I nibbled the scenery — spinach, arugula, cilantro.

If inside the greenhouse was Eden, outdoors was, as Allen explained on a drive through the neighborhood, “a food desert.” Scanning the liquor stores in the strip malls, he noted: “From the housing project, it’s more than three miles to the Pick’n Save. That’s a long way to go for groceries if you don’t have a car or can’t carry stuff. And the quality of the produce can be poor.” Fast-food joints and convenience stores selling highly processed, high-calorie foods, on the other hand, were locally abundant. “It’s a form of redlining,” Allen said. “We’ve got to change the system so everyone has safe, equitable access to healthy food.”

Propelled by alarming rates of diabetes, heart disease and obesity, by food-safety scares and rising awareness of industrial agriculture’s environmental footprint, the food movement seems finally to have met its moment. First Lady Michelle Obama and Secretary of Agriculture Tom Vilsack have planted organic vegetable gardens. Roof gardens are sprouting nationwide. Community gardens have waiting lists. Seed houses and canning suppliers are oversold.

Allen, too, has achieved a certain momentum for his efforts to bring the good-food movement to the inner city. In the last several years, he has become a darling of the foundation world. In 2005, he received a $100,000 Ford Foundation leadership grant. In 2008, the MacArthur Foundation honored Allen with a $500,000 “genius” award. And in May, the Kellogg Foundation gave Allen $400,000 to create jobs in urban agriculture.

Today Allen is the go-to expert on urban farming, and there is a hunger for his knowledge. When I visited Growing Power, Allen was conducting a two-day workshop for 40 people: each paid $325 to learn worm composting, aquaponics construction and other farm skills. “We need 50 million more people growing food,” Allen told them, “on porches, in pots, in side yards.” The reasons are simple: as oil prices rise, cities expand and housing developments replace farmland, the ability to grow more food in less space becomes ever more important. As Allen can’t help reminding us, with a mischievous smile, “Chicago has 77,000 vacant lots.”

Cont’d here: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/05/magazine/05allen-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1

Read More about Will Allen by Kristen at Food Renegade, here: http://www.foodrenegade.com/will-allens-growing-power/

Fiscal Fowl Alignment for the Potential Homesteader by Andrew Mueller

“Fiscal Fowl Alignment for the Potential Homesteader” by Andrew Mueller page one.

 

If you’re like me, you’ve spent years wanting out of the rat race.   You dream of a homestead where you can live without owning a necktie, free of the confines of your Dilbert-cubicle.  You want to cut loose from the cutthroat bankers and credit card companies, the corporate ladder-climbing, and the MTV entertainment culture.  Yet, you feel stuck.   You’ve got a mortgage and credit card bills up the wazzoo.  Every week you work 50-plus hours, then you spend every penny you make just paying the bills so you can start over again next week.  There’s nothing left over to pay for your dream homestead.    

I was in that spot, too, and not that long ago.  Despite being an accountant by trade and having some clue about money and personal finance, I was on a financial merry-go-round.  My wife and I made a pretty decent living.  A little cottage on some land somewhere should have been within our means.  That is, if we hadn’t managed to rack up a sizeable chunk of high-interest credit card debt to go along with two car payments, a mortgage, and hefty utility bills.  Then there were the cable bills and cell phone bills and grocery bills, and all the other bills.   Despite decent wages, there always seemed to be too much month left over at the end of our money.  Buying land, creating a homestead, and leaving our corporate jobs looked about as realistic as flapping our arms and flying to Venus.      

It hasn’t been quick or easy, but we’re now on the verge of making the break.  Over the last five years, we’ve managed to get rid of most of our debt (the last little bit will be gone this year), and we’ve managed to buy 10 acres of lovely Ozark woodsland, free and clear.    Construction on the barn and the cottage is set to begin as soon as the last of the debt is paid off.   

How did we do it?  How can YOU do it?   Well, everybody’s situation is a little different, but here are five basic things to that apply to everybody….

cont’d here: http://homestead.org/AndrewMueller/FinancialFowl.htm 

 

6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person – True, but NSFW…

6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person | Cracked.com.

“…I want you to try something: Name five impressive things about yourself. Write them down or just shout them out loud to the room. But here’s the catch — you’re not allowed to list anything you are (i.e., I’m a nice guy, I’m honest), but instead can only list things that you do (i.e., I just won a national chess tournament, I make the best chili in Massachusetts). If you found that difficult, well, this is for you, and you are going to fucking hate hearing it. My only defense is that this is what I wish somebody had said to me around 1995 or so…”


Read more: http://www.cracked.com/blog/6-harsh-truths-that-will-make-you-better-person/#ixzz2FSNKQxwe

Unraveling the Mystery of Ikaria – The Enchanted Island Of Centenarians

The Island Where People Forget to Die – NYTimes.com.

Unraveling the mystery of why the inhabitants of Ikaria, an island of 99 square miles that is home to almost 10,000 Greek nationals, live so long and so well.

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As usual, a clean diet and strong social circle seem to contribute to a long life —  “Even if you’re antisocial, you’ll never be entirely alone. Your neighbors will cajole you out of your house for the village festival to eat your portion of goat meat.”

 

 

Five Lessons Learned From Living in a Van by Simone Pitot

Five Lessons Learned From Living in a Van | HUSH Magazine | Vancouver.

By: Simone Pitot

I fell into van life after years working in sterile offices generating documents, and moulding myself into a corporate ant. My soul began to flicker out, and in its last few moments made me see that my life was built to be a different one.

I needed to to escape to a foreign land. Sadly, renting a hotel room every night chews up funds like a hungry drug habit. And so it was then that van living presented itself as the best option.

1) Van dwellers are human snails

I am in a private van-iverse. Everything I own is in a space seventeen feet long by six feet wide.

My van, named Wes Vanderson, started life as a commercial caterer’s delivery vehicle in Los Angeles. My partner Matthew, his brother and I converted Wes into a campervan equipped with a bed, wardrobe, a small kitchenette, and a solar panel which powers the Christmas lights rigged up around the ceiling.

Wes Vanderson has taken me to Yosemite National Park during a snow storm, he’s broken the ice in conversations with the strangest and loveliest people I’ve ever met, and now, many miles and towns and stories later, Wes has found his way to Van-couver, Canada.

This is home and home is always with me. I play a gig at a local bar, walk out to my van and I am home. I could never leave anything at home by mistake, because everything I own is waiting on the street corner. The van is a hiding place, a costume trailer, a mobile library, it is a food cart, it is shelter, it is warm and it is my choice to live here.

2) Inner space is infinite.

Overpopulation has drawn first world citizens into their electronic devices. We retreat to our headphones, our television screens, and our computer screens, all in a radical effort to simulate privacy. Living in a van means I hide in plain sight. I am in the middle of a city and know this only by the sound of passing cars, which –with a bit of imagination– easily become waves crashing on a shoreline.

Living in a van is one step away from homelessness, essentially. The reality of my vulnerability hit me the time I slept on the side of the road in Austin, Texas. The night was deepening and my eyes started to sting from being open for too long. I spied an old church on South Congress and pulled over. It was a Saturday night.

I imagined parishioners congregating around the van Sunday morning, hitting it with bibles and exorcising out the dirty Van Dwellers. I felt like the whole neighbourhood would know that van-people were sleeping on their street, corrupting their paid-for suburban dream. I planned what I’d do if, during a deep slumber, I woke up to discover the van, my home, was being towed.

As the nights stretched into weeks, I became lulled into a sense of safety. With windows shut and curtains drawn, I could easily convince myself that I had parked in a cul-de-sac on the moon.

3) A van dweller, on a scale of Jesus to Jack the Ripper

In a time when the western world is defined by what it fears, I travel as a perpetual stranger. I ask the people of cities across the continent to trust me at face value, to bridge the gap between “hello” and an invitation to be part of their lives.

We rolled into Portland in the wet season. The van was leaking badly and my eye liner made daily migrations down to my cheekbones. We knew no one in town.

Rain persisted, but I managed to score a gig at a bar on Burnside Street. Half way through the second song in my set, I noticed a man with thick-rimmed glasses, a cowboy shirt and a discerning stare. He sat with a small woman, her face so cute I would have believed that ‘You are my Sunshine’ was written for her.

The gig ended. They introduced themselves as John and Jen. They’d read my blog, and knew that I was a van-dweller. They invited me to park Wes Vanderson outside their rambling, century-old home in North Portland. I stayed for three months. During that time I found myself immersed in a their community; people who I now count as family.

By being a stranger in every new city, I observe the boundaries of others. I watch their indecision about whether I should be feared, or whether grace should triumph.

4) Van dwellers wear the van-fume.

Wes Vanderson occasionally suffers from incontinence. Meaning: He leaks.

This is bearable in Texas, but is a little more difficult in the monsoon that descends on the Pacific Northwest. The gas cooker in the kitchenette frequently cooks curries, Mexican, and other pungent cuisine. Combine that with the constant moisture and you get a general aroma falling somewhere along the scale of “damp” to “garlic burp”.

I never acknowledged the existence of the van-fume phenomenon until I met a travelling band of soul singers living in an RV. They also enjoyed aromatic foods and their RV also leaked a little when it rained.The tang infected their clothes, couches, hair, and even the fur on their small terrier. Then it occurred to me that I, too had become ‘as one’ with Wes Vanderson’s body odour.

My nose had descended into the blissful olfactory fatigue that only long term isolation can provide.

5) Van-Girls Just Wanna Have Funnel 

Wes Vanderson is not blessed with a sink. But thanks to a few holes in his floor, the local gutters are usable with one essential tool: the funnel. Toothpaste, leftover chicken soup, washed off face cleanser, old apple juice, cold soy latte… all sent down the funnel.

Inevitably, guests spy my funnels and assume, out loud, that they are either “beer bongs” or (horrifyingly) “piss pipes”. I may dwell in a van, I tell them, but I have standards. Van-fume is bad enough without combining the damp, burpy smell with pee.

Van dwelling is the quintessential rebellion against societal norms. Procrastination against the tyranny of normalcy. For me, it has been the road to adventure, a way to shock myself out of my attachments to things, and to find worth in myself without bells or whistles.

Time runs out in every parking space. I won’t be a van dweller forever… but that makes it all the more beautiful.

PHOTOGRAPHY| http://studio312.bigcartel.com/

 

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
— Robert Louis Stevenson

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