Back to the land...

This blog is an account of our experiences trying to homestead in Eastern Tennessee. We've bought almost ten acres with power and a well, and a small shed for the well pump. Half the land is already cleared.

This year we haul out 10 tons of trash from an old burned down home. We plant a large garden, and fruit trees, and build a compost bin specifically for humanure. We build a small pad for a gazebo up under the oaks, and begin building our house/barn, with grading, a stone foundation, a concrete stem wall, and the modified post and beam frame. Everything is done by hand. We also dig four thirty foot swales across the top of the clearing and plant the berms with blueberry. A lot of work, and a lot more to go . . .

I'll also cover the process of picking out a piece of land, the negotiation, and "where to begin?" phase, at least how it all went for us.

[YEAR 2] - We build the shell of a 16'x25' two story cabin from scratch . . . check out how it was built.

[YEAR 3] - We try to finish the cabin . . .

[YEAR 4] - I move up permanently to the property to homestead full-time . . .

[YEAR 5] - Rachel and I try to make it as homesteaders . . with a wood cook stove, dairy goats and a cow, finish the barn, expand the garden, fence pastures, plant more fruit trees, build a flock of healthy layers, grow our own animal food - in other words . . . WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK . . .

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Edible Plants

We're having a warm spell here in Atlanta - sixties and rain, which is great for edible plants. In the south, any period of warmth even in the dead of winter will bring them out.

It's a good example of how we always have two overlapping weather patterns. The winter solstice is past (Christmas), the sun is coming north again, the daylight is longer, the sun is higher in the sky, and stronger. But the earth is both slow to warm and cool. It's still reacting to those tough months of November and December when the sun went further and further away. As long as the sun can get through the earth's winter moods it can be very warm and spring-like. And the wild plants (especially the weeds) are looking for just that opportunity.

I took a walk up to Home Depot for a hook and eye latch, so that I can lock the pumphouse door from the inside, and not have to worry about it being torn off again in a wind. Along the way I took some photos of all the wild foods and potential wild foods I saw, as well as nibbled on some. Nothing makes me feel better than an edible plant walk - whether it's the nutrients, the energy, the purging influence, or a sense of connection to the land . . . maybe all of the above.

There's a persimmon in fruit just down the road from us:

If you look closely you can see all the balls of persimmons. This is the best shot I can get from below with an overcast sky. Here's a closer look:

Here's a shot of all the smashed ones on the ground, which is how I first noticed it:

When you read of persimmons they always talk about how they're ripe just after a frost. But trust me - I've been gathering them for years - persimmon ripening has nothing to do with frost. It is one of the greatest staggered harvests there is. From September all the way through January, you can find them ripe.

The ripening can be affected by so many things - the amount of solar radiation, how much moisture the tree has, and competition; its exposure, its latitude, elevation; and often it can just depend on the tree. Obviously the more sun it gets the earlier the ripening (contrary to 'frost' theories), and the more moisture the roots have access to, the bigger the fruit - though genes play a part.

The last place we lived in Atlanta had a large pond with islands. One island was a sort of rookery for green herons - they always nested there, in the alders. Canadian geese nested there also. The other island was covered in passionfruit vines, Gulf Fritillary cocoons and caterpillars (which only feed on passionfruit), and a few big persimmon trees, with a couple of alders. These persimmons had all the sun they wanted, and all the moisture from the pond. So they did something pretty unique for a wild food - they put out a huge dependable harvest year after year.

Normally with wild foods the greatest problem is a lack of consistency. A place with a blowout harvest one year could have nothing the next. I've seen it with grapes, autum olives, elderberries, prickly pear, etc. . . . just about everything. But the persimmons on the island put out every single year.

And with all that moisture the fruits were huge . . . the size of crabapples. We carefully picked the first ripe ones off the tree in late September, long before any frost. You can tell by look and feel whether they're ripe or puckery. There's nothing like the taste of the first persimmons, warm on the tree, clean, a firm, pulpy texture, bright orange, when the sugar is just right. When they get overripe the sugar begins to spoil and they get purple and mashed and datey and not so good - too many and you swerve from them in nausea. Eventually we'd gather whole bags of persimmons, and take them home. Since you had to canoe out to the island we had them all to ourselves.

They are slow to process however. I'm sure there's some tool or technique which makes them quick work, but I've yet to find it. We mash them through a strainer and later pick out the seeds from the skin. Each persimmon has a few large flat oval seeds, and a lot of the flesh tends to stick to them, so it's messy and slow to separate.

As far as recipes, I've made persimmon bread and that kind of thing - but the flavor I think gets lost in the baking. I love Steve Brill's recipe for persimmon pudding in IDENTIFYING AND HARVESTING EDIBLE AND MEDICINAL PLANTS [a book I highly recommend]. I've made it several times - the finished product is nothing like pudding, it's more the consistency of a smoothie . . . but the best smoothie in the world, with all that persimmon flavor intact.

When it's serious persimmon gathering time you need to get out some sheets. We were on a canoe trip once along Fontana Lake in western North Carolina, about October, and discovered several persimmons loaded with fruit high on the bank. They were covered like Christmas trees with tons of bright orange ping-pong ball-size fruit. Some was ripe, and smashed on the ground . . . but most was hard and still on the tree.

It was ideal persimmon conditions - access to unlimited water, the edge of the woods with a ton of sun, and sand . . . persimmons love sand. They'll often colonize open barren sandy areas in the woods . . . we'd see them do this on Pigeon Mtn. in Georgia - but the conditions were too harsh and dry for them to produce much fruit. Of course some were probably male . . . only the females produce fruit.

We hiked over to the trees and laid out sheets and blankets and foam pads and tarps. Then I started shaking the tree. It is a workout shaking a forty foot tree. You have to get a rhythm down. But if you keep at it you can shake down almost 3/4ths of the fruit. Of course none of it's ripe . . . but it'll get ripe fast, just set it in a bag or basket somewhere.

But let me move on . . . enough about persimmons.

Wait - one last persimmon story.

The day we moved into our apartment (September 9th), back from Tennessee, we noticed a tree covered in persimmons just off our deck. There were many ripe persimmons smashed on the ground. I gathered a small bowl of them.

But the interesting thing was the racoons. Up in the crotch of the tree, there were two racoons hanging out and waiting for night. It looked like two siblings, grooming each other and playing a little. We all stood out on the deck and watched them. They were only 20 feet away. It was an auspicious start for our new place. But it wasn't long before it became the usual depressing city existence. Anyway . . .

The next thing I found was some privet:

It's not native to North America. It's an agressive evergreen woody perennial you always see in the south. It's often covered in little blue-black berries:

You can see the berries here on the left. This is just down from our place.

Now I know the plant expert here is wondering why I put a thing in like privet - it's poisonous, right? It's in my PLANTS THAT POISON book as having poisonous berries, and to keep it away from children. The whole species (ligustrum) is nowhere to be found in Couplan's exhaustive THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF EDIBLE PLANTS OF NORTH AMERICA (the bible of edible plants in this country - a must have). Some books say the berries, like yew, have an edible fleshy part, and it is the seed that is toxic (though nowhere near as toxic as yew). There's even a story of 120 robins and 7 waxwings dropping dead to the sidewalk, supposedly poisoned by privet berries.

This is how it often is with plants . . . a sea of contradictory information. I've seen robins and waxwings eat privet berries for years, as well as many other songbirds. That's what got me to first start trying them up on Kennesaw mountain. It was really only the bitterness of the berries that made me write them off (they're in the olive family, and bitter just like raw olives - which you can gather right from the streets in Tucson, AZ).

But these privet berries near us are pretty mild, almost tasteless, like a blue-back greenbriar berry. The story on the poisoned robins hypothesizes that the seeds somehow exploded during a severe freeze/thaw cycle and contaminated the flesh of the berries. But who knows. Last I heard they're still doing autopsies.

Considering how common privet berries are in the south, it would be great if they were a possible edible. However, I'd eat them only in moderation - like a few. Being in the olive family, they're probably harmless - but it's when you start eating something in mass quantities on an empty stomach (such as a survival situation) that you find out whether something is safe or not for real.

I like to try things for myself. Take the pokeweed for instance. The ink-black berries are everywhere in the summer. You think to yourself, if only they were edible . . . at the very least it'd be a major hit of antioxidants. So one day I tried one, though everybody knows they're poisonous . . . then went and laid out in the sun beside a fledgling chestnut for a while. And I can confirm they are indeed poisonous. I felt my pulse race and an intense heat sensation that lasted about 10 minutes. But afterwards I was fine.

The next thing I come across on my walk is an Oregon grape:

They're all over out west. This is some ornamental hybrid escapee and I'm not sure what quality of fruit it produces - I haven't seen it. But these plants are barberries . . . it should be decent. Here you can see it's got buds opening already:

It's called Oregon grape because the berries are powdery blue and in clusters like grapes [and it's everywhere in Oregon - extremely common in the understory, especially in a place like Portland]. But the flavor is stronger than grape. Still highly edible though. We put them in our cereal.

I once picked a ton of Oregon grapes in northern New Mexico, down off the side of a road in Santa Fe National Forest. I cleaned out a lot of litter while I was at it too, cans and bottles and that kind of thing. I felt like I was somehow 'giving back' to the plants by cleaning up their living area.

But with what I've read of permaculture, the bottles and cans may have been leaking nutrients and giving the area increased warmth and wind resistance, helping the plants to thrive. So maybe I was actually screwing them.

What I so like about permaculture is the Zen-like aconceptual non-judgemental approach (very childlike) . . . you have to deeply evaluate a site and how everything's operating before you start ripping out trees and rock and following a tidy sense of order - which is usually detrimental.

I find a young pine and try the needles:

Too strong, too late in the year. But over the next few months they'll start putting out tiny new shoots, light green packets of needles - and these are excellent. No pine resin whatsoever. They're one of my favorite edibles.

But as for now, any light green needles can be used for tea. Any needles for that matter, but usually the lighter the younger, and the easier the flavor is to extract. Pick about a palmful of needles, dice them very fine, and put them in a bag and steep it for tea - usually in boiling water then immediately remove it from heat. This tea is transparent . . . and being used to dark tannin teas you might think you're just drinking hot water. But the mild flavor is there, a little aroma, and a load of vitamins and nutrients. The tea alone can cure scurvy - the Indians used it for Europeans just off ships whose teeth were falling out.

I come across an ornamental fruit tree, between some maples and oaks:

It always amazes me that we don't have fruit trees planted everywhere, cisterns beside all the rooves, edible gardens around every home. But that would be a world that made sense.

Here are some shots of the tree. Here's the cherry bark, marked with horizontal lines:

If you look closely you can see the short sharp spur branchlets - the sure mark of a plum or crabapple. Here's a closer shot:

I would say it's an ornamental crabapple. We had a few closer to our home that a month or so back were loaded with fruit. The apples were only the size of large marbles or cultivated grapes - but the flavor was great, not bitter or tart at all like the usual crabapples. These were perfect little miniature apples. They littered the ground. I'd have to do more investigation to see if the above tree is the same.

Always be on the lookout for apples. People have been planting them a long long time. We've encountered large wild apples growing by Cherry Creek Campground in the Gila; off the Guadalupe River in the Jemez region of northern New Mexico; at the top of Frozen Head Peak in Tennessee; off the side of the road up on Pigeon Mountain, Georgia . . . they're everywhere. And just as good as store-bought apples, if not better.

On to the greens.

The henbit is everywhere. Just look at this strip of henbit beside the road:

There's an understory of young chickweed beneath it which makes it so lush.

Here's the henbit along the wall:

A close-up:

You can eat the entire thing. Very mild, sweet, grassy. I like to pick the tops off rather than eat the stems. I do the same with chickweed.

Here's some young mouse-eared chickweed along the same wall:

There isn't a lawn without chickweed and it's excellent. The 'star' chickweed is taller and lacks the down of mouse-eared chickweed . . . so it's superior. It is a very very common weed. You can pick buckets of it.

Here's some wood sorrel (oxalis) along the same wall:

This is the small cosmopolitan variety with yellow flowers. An excellent sour taste. If you live in the Appalachians, look for the native variety of this plant that gets 2' feet high. Yellow flowers also - but huge. Very tasty, another favorite. Wood sorrel is another plant you'll find everywhere. It's clover-like leaves are unmistakable.

I also found some cress:

Has an excellent mild mustard flavor (it's in the mustard family), especially at this stage. The most common variety we usually see around here is Pennsylvania Bittercress. But I've given up worrying over pinpointing exact species (they interbreed at such a rate even botanists can't keep up). It's more important to know your families. As an analogy, it's far more important to know that a creature's a gorilla than exactly what type of gorilla. Once you know your families, plants make a lot more sense, and they're far easier to identify and understand as far as food and medicine.

Here's some English plantain, with some chickweed beside it:

With plantain you go for the young tender inner leaves, still unfolded, right at the center. As they get older they get too stringy. They're actually a little salty, very good. Both common and English plantain are about the same. My daughters and I used to spend a half-hour gathering young common plantain leaves for salad every night up on Black Balsam (the edge of the Shining Rock Wilderness in North Carolina). Eventually just a photo of the plant brought out a certain emotion in me - an appreciation for how it had nourished me.

Here's dandelion:

You can steam the entire plant. The young inner leaves are great raw. The best is the flower:

The dandelion flower is one of the best wild edible foods - I'd put it at #2 on my list, behind sow thistle flowers, which are eaten the same way. The key is to pinch off the calyx and remove the bitter white latex sap. Here's a photo:

Once you've pinched it off you should see only the filaments of the flower, no more sap (the sap is very bitter). The flower eaten raw like this is sweet, meaty, filling, a trace to no trace of bitterness . . . a very complete food. If you're ever starving, or very, very hungry, eat a ton of these. I've done it, and the hunger goes away.

Here's some wild onion:

The green stems are excellent and just like scallions. I have dug up and dried out the bulbs but they're small. There's nothing like the fresh taste of onion in the spring. It's very purging. You'll see it in every lawn, especially where people are slow to start mowing.

Here's an old tattered patch of violets:

They must have come up in an earlier warm spell.

And don't forget plain old grass:

All grass is edible, and anything under 6" is easy to chew and digest. Wild grass can be sweet to mild to bitter . . . .it's usually surprisingly good. We had a grass come up in the spring off the Gila River in New Mexico which was excellent raw. We could eat it all day. Very sweet. I once gathered heaps of crabgrass and ran it through a manual wheatgrass juicer to make a bitter powerful tonic. Nothing is healthier than grass. It's how so many animals live off it.

Here's anoter shot of the henbit and chickweed, starting to come in thick:

I also found some clover on the way back. I would call it marginally edible:

The red is best (I'd love to try the crimson). When the flowers are just right and succulent before they begin to brown - that's when they're good. When we were diehard fanatical 100% raw vegans for a year we would heap up huge salads with lots of fresh-picked red clover on top. But I don't know if I could eat that way now. Clover's a little strong-flavored in general, but certainly good for you. Especially alfalfa, which I've found growing wild in northern New Mexico. Our land up in Tennessee is covered in clover . . . which is great because it fixes nitrogen and rebuilds the soil.

I think it's important to know our plants. Audubon is a decent field guide, but mostly full of overly glamorous money shots. The Peterson guides are best. The drawings are very detailed and exact. A guide to the local plants in your immediate area is typically available at the library. It can be very helpful. The plants in it will be exactly what you're seeing. And when you're really serious about edible plants, get Couplan's ENCYLOPEDIA . . . . This guy wandered our forests for 10 years and lived with Native Americans. Almost every plant is covered.

Wild plants are the healthiest food you can eat. There's nothing like their energy and nutrient levels - especially when eaten just-picked. Much of the vitamin content of food is lost within 60 minutes of picking. And wild foods have a full mineral profile, whereas cultivated are typically high on the sugar, with far less minerals . . . in other words deficient and imbalanced.

In our culture we divide food and medicine. But in the wild the plants are both food and medicine. They can be a little strong on the palate, and hard to swallow. But they are far easier on the gut - almost effortless to digest. Wild plants can keep you alive for a very, very long time, perhaps indefinitely. It's only the psychological panic that sets in that makes people feel like they're going to starve to death without meat or the grocery store. It isn't true. I myself have gone 14 days without food, just water, and certainly didn't starve to death. In fact it was the best thing for my body. A chance to clean up.

All of the above plants were found on a 10 minute walk to the store. There's food everywhere out there.

8 comments:

Witchy said...

Black Berry Evergreen Tree Appears To Be...
Prunus Caroliniana
Black Cherry Laurel

Listed as somewhat edible. Seeds contain cyanide though :-).

Anonymous said...

Thanks for all the great info! Love your site. Newly transplanted to TN so am going to be digging through your lessons on here.

Spaceape48@yahoo.com

john said...

wow so great to find you on the net.Met you up Turkey Creek one spring years ago,just after the motel birth-you made diapers from moss.Always wondered what became of you-floating the gila later this month for a week.Glad to have met you and take care.john4

Rob said...

John! Incredible. How did you find me? I tried to click on your profile to write you directly but it's blocked.

Have you read 'DRIFTERS'? You're in it! At least for a few chapters. Do you still keep in touch with Dave? Have you still got your own shop in Oklahoma? Did Dave ever move down to Mule Creek to be near his dad?

Let me give you my email -

robatsunbright@gmail.com

Tell me how your life's gone since Turkey Creek.

Remember when you guys had suggested we get llamas for the Continental Divide Trail? It's one thing we never got a chance to try.

Remember the blue jeep, and how you guys guided me across the rubble? On the way out I blew the engine fording the river. We got it replaced in Silver, and ultimately abandoned the car in a motel parking lot with 320k miles.

john said...

Read your email. john4

Devi said...

OK Rob I've joined the group.
Great to be connected. Love you all.
d

Karen said...

I just purchased property in the foothills of Fredonia Mountain (Dunlap TN) and am homesteading it now. I would like to meet and learn from others in the area. my email address is thymesg@gmail.com ;o)

Anonymous said...

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Blog Index

10/30/08

BUYING RAW LAND

11/8/08

TRASH CLEANUP

11/10/08

WINTER IN ATLANTA

11/12/08

SPRING IN TENNESSEE

11/14/08

STARTING A GARDEN

11/15/08

BUILDING THE COMPOST BIN

11/15/08

THE FROST

11/16/08

GRADING THE BARN

11/18/08

DIGGING SWALES

11/19/08

PLANTING FRUIT TREES

11/19/08

BUILDING A STONE FOUNDATION

11/20/08

THE CONCRETE STEM WALL

11/21/08

BUILDING A SMALL 12'x12' PAD

11/21/08

THE GARDEN

11/22/08

BUILDING A DRIVEWAY

11/23/08

INSTALLING THE SILL PLATES

11/23/08

THE MODIFIED POST AND BEAM FRAME

11/27/08

FRUIT IN THE GARDEN

11/28/08

THE BARN FRAME

11/29/08

AUGUST IN TENNESSEE

11/30/08

HANGING THE JOISTS

11/30/08

CLEARING THE LAND

11/30/08

COUNTRY NEIGHBORS

11/30/08

THE HARVEST

12/1/08

PLANS FOR A CABIN

12/14/08

THE LAND IN WINTER

12/22/08

BARN UPDATE

12/29/08

WINTER PLANTING

1/4/09

EDIBLE PLANTS

1/10/09

WINTER TREES

1/12/09

WINTER TREES II

1/21/09

CHATTAHOOCHEE RIVER

2/11/09

THE STRAW BALE CABIN

3/26/09

THE STRAW BALE CABIN II

4/2/09

1880 FARMHOUSE

5/6/09

HOMESTEADING / THE CABIN

8/13/09

THE POST AND BEAM CABIN

8/22/09

RETURN TO TENNESSEE

8/25/09

SITE WORK

8/30/09

DIGGING THE FOOTERS

9/4/09

THE PIER FOUNDATION

9/10/09

911

9/11/09

FINISHING THE PIER FOUNDATION

9/12/09

THE GIRDERS

9/13/09

FRAMING THE FLOOR

9/16/09

DECKING THE FLOOR

9/17/09

THE POST AND BEAM FRAME

9/19/09

THE RAFTERS

9/20/09

INSTALLING THE METAL ROOF

9/21/09

FRAMING THE WALLS

9/26/09

DOORS AND WINDOWS

9/27/09

TENNESSEE IN JULY - OUR LAST MONTH

10/2/09

TENNESSEE IN OCTOBER

10/10/09

THE BARN FLOOR

10/15/09

PIGEON MOUNTAIN

11/10/09

NOVEMBER

11/16/09

PERMACULTURE: ANOTHER ROUND OF FRUITING SHRUBS

11/22/09

DRIFTERS

11/30/09

THE BARN ROOF BEGINS

12/20/09

'DRIFTERS' PART I

12/30/09

WEATHER

1/1/10

NEW YEAR'S IN TENNESSEE

1/25/10

DRIFTERS: PART II

3/2/10

MY SISTER'S WEDDING

3/21/10

FERTILIZING WITH HUMANURE

3/28/10

THE ADDITION FLOOR

4/19/10

THE ADDITION

5/11/10

RUNAWAY

6/13/10

FINISHING THE ADDITION

.........................The Timeline.........................

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1992
-MAY . . . for Patty and I's first date, we skip school and go to the Pinnacle - a wooded overlook off the Susquehanna River.
-SEPTEMBER . . . I leave our hometown of Lancaster, PA for college - Penn State in Reading, 45 minutes away.

1993
-FEBRUARY . . . Patty and I both drop out of school, and camp in some woods behind a grocery store in Lancaster.
-MARCH . . . Patty steals her mother's credit card, and with it we take a train to Utah. We ultimately end up on the Northwest Coast, living in Port Orford, Oregon.
-APRIL - OCTOBER . . . We join a traveling carnival and work in it for 6 months. We sleep in the back of a Ryder truck, and go through California, Idaho, Washington and Oregon. I run the guns, and Patty does the goldfish. We save $9,000.
-NOVEMBER . . . We return to Lancaster and are arrested for stealing the credit card.

1995
-OCTOBER . . . We bike from Lancaster down to Charleston, South Carolina. Patty wrecks in North Carolina, and a friend drives us the rest of the way. We live in Charleston for 2 weeks.

1996
-JULY . . . Our first daughter June is born in Lancaster, PA.

1997
-MARCH . . . We sell everything in our apartment, and hike out of Lancaster with backpacks and our 9 month old daughter. We reach the Susquehanna River.
-APRIL - JUNE . . . We get a canoe and paddle 500 miles up the Susquehanna River to its source. We camp on islands. We get a ride to the Erie Barge Canal and paddle west.
-JULY . . . We are arrested in Little Falls, NY. Our daughter is taken, we're charged with neglect, and we fight the courts for months. We are cleared of all charges, but never get her back.
-SEPTEMBER . . . We take a bus out to Ruidoso, NM and camp in woods just out of town. We return to Lancaster and camp in the Brickyard for the rest of the month.
-OCTOBER - FEBRUARY . . . We live in an apartment in the Amish community of Strasburg, PA. Amish go by in their horse and buggies every day.

1998
-FEBRUARY . . . Our second daughter Rachael is born. We try to deliver her on our own at home and fail. Patty ends up in the hospital with a c-section.
-MARCH . . . We get a ride from a friend down to Covington, Virginia. We stay a week, and look for places to camp in the surrounding national forest. We find nothing, and go to New Mexico.
-MARCH - MAY . . . We camp in the Gila National Forest, north of Pinos Altos, a mile from the nearest trail. We camp above a spring with an infinite view west. We start building a hogan.
-JUNE - SEPTEMBER . . . We live downtown in Santa Fe, NM. Patty markets her paintings, and I get a N.Y. literary agent for my first book 'Flesh Aflame'.
-OCTOBER - DECEMBER . . . We rent a house in Crescent City, California, on the Northwest Coast, a mile from the ocean, on the edge of a bird sanctuary. It's great until the rains begin and we run out of money.

1999
-JANUARY - FEBRUARY . . . We camp in the Uwharrie mountains of central North Carolina, and look for a place to build a winter home.
-MARCH . . . We get a canoe and paddle the Holston River down towards Knoxville, Tennessee.
-APRIL . . . We get dropped off in the Smokies and paddle Fontana Lake. We stash our canoe at Chambers Creek and hike in to the Smokies for a secret camp. Patty paints the creek, and we stay 3 weeks.
-MAY . . . We live in a trailer just off the ocean in Myrtle Beach, SC. The sky is beautiful after storms and we love the pelicans.
-JUNE . . . We camp in the Brickyard back in Lancaster, PA, saving money for an apartment.
-JULY - DECEMBER . . . We live in Lancaster and save for our trip back out to New Mexico. We also buy the jeep.

2000
-JANUARY - JUNE . . . We camp and travel all over the Southwest, from the Gila, to Organ Pipe, to the Weminuche in Colorado. Brooke is born in February in a motel in Deming, NM.
-JULY . . . We stay in condos with a friend in Aspen, Colorado. I do concrete work. We then go to California, and look for a place to live in the Russian River area.
-AUGUST - OCTOBER . . . We rent a small house in Tesuque, NM, just outside of Santa Fe. We hike up into the Pecos Wilderness. We become vegetarians.
-NOVEMBER . . . We visit a friend in Tucson, AZ, then drive to Crescent City and the Northwest Coast. The beautiful weather is over, and the rains have begun. We don't stay long.
-DECEMBER . . . We return to Pennsylvania, and live out of our car in the Philidelphia area while Patty works at a restaurant. We sleep in parking lots and rest stops. It's the coldest December on record for the area, with the wind chill it's -10.



2001
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JANUARY . . . We head south for warmth, try the Chatooga area of South Carolina, then camp in the woods of northern Florida.
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FEBRUARY - JUNE . . . We live in Asheville, NC, in the middle of the Southern Appalachains. We spend nearly every day out on the trails, hiking, and learning plants.
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JULY . . . We get mountain bikes for touring, and bike the Blue Ridge Parkway to the Smokies.
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AUGUST . . . We camp in the Weminuche Wilderness of southwest Colorado, and do a 6 day fast.
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SEPTEMBER . . . We stay in Loveland, Colorado with a friend. We climb Long's Peak on the day after 9/11. We then drive to Vermont, and look for a place to live in the Burlington area.
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OCTOBER - DECEMBER . . . We rent a house in Tucson, AZ, and try to become raw fooders.

2002
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JANUARY . . . We hike in to Jordan Hot Springs in the Gila.
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FEBRUARY . . . We bike in to Turkey Creek Hot Springs. We stash our bikes near the mouth of the creek, and hike the rest of the way. Many of the pools have been ruined from floods.
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MARCH . . . We go to Vermont again, this time the Bennington area of southern Vermont. It's way too cold.
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APRIL - JULY . . . We rent a house in Asheville, NC again. This time we have a large garden, and become 100% raw fooders. Every day I'm out hiking the trails gathering wild edible plants.
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AUGUST . . . We cash out all our credit cards, and move up to Shining Rocks Wilderness in the Southern Appalachians, camping at over 5,000 feet. There are blueberry fields everywhere, and blackberry, and wild cherries. Not only are we mono-raw fooders now, much of our food is wild. I hike barefoot everywhere. We bathe in the pool below the falls.
-SEPTEMBER . . . We visit a friend in Atlanta, and on a night full of alcohol I break my foot in 3 places. I'm told I'll be crippled with arthritis, and ultimately never walk again.
-OCTOBER - DECEMBER . . . We rent a furnished condo in Tucson, AZ. I cut my cast off prematurely with tin snips.

2003
-JANUARY . . . We camp off the Gila River at Box Canyon, just up from the city of Gila. I'm still on crutches. We meet Jabber-Mike, and Vet-Mike, and Doug. We trade juniper berries for Doug's black walnuts. We're still 100% raw fooders, and Doug teaches me the local plants.
-FEBRUARY - MARCH . . . We return to Atlanta for free medical care so I can learn how to walk again. PT is hell.
-APRIL - MAY . . . We go back to the Gila and camp off the Gila River. We gather cattail, nettle, primrose flowers, and harvest prickly pear pads. We find the most perfect hot spring in all of the Gila, man-made, at Brock Canyon.
-JUNE . . . We fall off our raw food diet, and camp up at Black Balsam again off the Shining Rock Wilderness. We gather wild strawberries. We then camp above the Amicalola Falls in north Georgia for 2 weeks. We become committed to the idea of buying land.
-JULY - SEPTEMBER . . . We live in Woodstock, GA, just north of Atlanta. I do a 14 day water fast.
-OCTOBER . . . We paddle Fontana Lake in the Smokies, on our way to Nova Scotia. We find a great camp and gather wild persimmons, but ultimately abandon the trip.
-NOVEMBER . . . We go back to camping off the Gila River at Brock Canyon. I begin 'June'. We run totally out of money, and gather and clean 10lbs of desert willow seed to sell to a local guy in Gila. He gives us $20/lb, and we use the money to get back to Georgia.

2004
-JANUARY . . . We go to north Florida, and check out the sinks, and the aquifer springs, and paddle the Wacissa River.
-FEBRUARY . . . We paddle the Suwanee River in North Florida. Patty makes a basket out of greenbriar.
-MARCH . . . We camp in the pine flats of Apalachicola National Forest. We make baskets from grapevine, cordage from the retting of Spanish Moss, and a mat from palmetto. We camp here for 3 weeks with no money while we wait for our tax refund. We're 100% raw fooders again.
-APRIL . . . We camp off Owl Creek and paddle the river. There are free hot showers in a nearby campground. There's a great trail with wild blueberry, and we gather the new shoots of bracken. We later camp in Tate's Hell.
-MAY . . . We camp at Sand Creek in the Ocala National Forest, an hour east of Atlanta. I gather cattail in the Beaver Pond. I edit and type up the 'June' book at a nearby library for a literary agent.
-JUNE . . . We drive out to Oregon and camp off the Illinois River in the Siskiyous.
-JULY . . . We camp in the Adirondacks off Jones Pond.
-AUGUST . . . We camp in the Jemez Region of northern New Mexico. We gather wild mushrooms, and sell lobster mushrooms to chefs in Sante Fe. We camp at San Antonio Hot Springs for a week, and Big Tesuque Campground outside Sante Fe.
-SEPTEMBER . . . We go back to the Gila and camp at Brock Canyon. We gather desert willow seed again. We swim and play games in the river. We see tarantulas. I gather prickly pear fruit in baskets we've made from willow. We take a trip up to Turkey Creek Hot Springs.
-OCTOBER . . . We camp in the Oconee National Forest southeast of Atlanta, under persimmon trees in a field. We also camp up on Pigeon Mountain near Rocktown.
-NOVEMBER - JANUARY . . . We live in Atlanta.

2005
-FEBRUARY - MARCH . . . We move to Portland Oregon. We paddle the Wilamette River, and go to the nude beach at Sauvie Island, just after Mt. St. Helens erupted.
-APRIL . . . We return to north Florida looking for land to buy. Everywhere is flooded, and there's been a lot of damage from the previous hurricane.
-MAY . . . We camp up on Pigeon Mtn. The weather's perfect, and there's more wild food here than anywhere else.
-JUNE . . . We go to Arizona, and camp in the Hannigan area of Apache National Forest. We ultimately try to get back out to Oregon, but car problems make it not possible.
-JULY . . . We return to Pigeon Mtn in Georgia. The blackberries are in.
-AUGUST . . . We stay in a campground off the ocean in Jacksonville, Florida, while we look for jobs and a place to live.
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SEPTEMBER . . . We move back to Atlanta.
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OCTOBER . . . We abandon the jeep with 320,000 miles in a motel parking lot.

2006
-MARCH . . . the girls and I camp up at Pigeon Mtn, in a secret camp we've made.
-JUNE . . . the girls and I go back to Pigeon and camp longer, this time starting a wigwam from red maple saplings, muscadine vines, and grass I collect naked in the field with a small knife.
-AUGUST . . . the girls and I camp up at Graveyard Fields off the Blue Ridge Parkway. Every day we gather the wild blueberries and swim in the pool beneath the falls. We hike all the trails, and establish a secret camp in a grove of juneberries.


2007
-FEBRUARY . . . We look at property in north Florida.
-MARCH . . . We look at property in Asheville, NC.
-JUNE . . . We look at the 10 acres in Sunbright, and make an offer.
-AUGUST . . . We close on the Sunbright property, and take the kids to Disneyworld.
-OCTOBER . . . The girls and I camp up on the property in Sunbright, and clean up the trash from the fire. I build a fireplace out of old concrete blocks.

2008
-APRIL - SEPTEMBER . . . The girls and I camp up on the property. We clean out the rest of the trash, build a compost bin for humanure, plant the garden, and fruit trees, I dig the swales, do the stone foundation for the barn, and the stem wall, and the post and beam frame. We build a pad for the gazebo.

2009
-APRIL - JULY . . . The girls and I camp up on the property again. We build the 2 story cabin from scratch, plant another garden, and more fruiting trees and shrubs.
-OCTOBER . . . I put the upper story floor in the barn.
-NOVEMBER . . . The girls and I begin building the barn roof.