I ran out of edit time from the above post. This version is a bit cleaner. If a mod sees this could you delete the other one?
I am a bit west of Cripple Creek...not far from Spinney Lake and Eleven Mile Rez. I started looking for land in the year 2000. I used realtors mostly with no luck. Lots of wild goose chases to say the least. But my time wasn't wasted because I got to see a lot of regions in my searches. One day a realtor sent me to see a parcel which was on a very sloped unbuildable lot. (of course she never told me that) I went to see the lot and it was very rough terrain and basically on a mountain-side. But adjacent to it was this beautiful lot with a rolling meadow in the center, some big Ponderosa pines all around and dotted out with Aspens. It also had a killer view of Pikes Peak and Mt Piskah. And the north view was wrapped around with rock outcroppings. There were magnificent rocks everywhere that made a natural landscape to die for....and quite a few big Juniper trees as well. Behind the lot was 7000 acres of ranchland so basically there very few neighbors and it was wide open to the wild. I looked for the nearest house to see who might own the land and to see if just maybe they wanted to sell it.
I knocked on the door, a bit worried that I might taken as a trespasser but this middle aged guy answered the door wearing a High Times T-shirt, long grey hair and holding a glass of wine. I apologized to him for coming on his land and than asked him who owned the piece of land and that I would like to buy it. He stated that it was his land and that he hadn't thought about selling it but since his financial situation was tight he asked me what I was willing to pay for it. I told him$ 3000 per acres was the going rate around this area. He said the lot was 26+- acres. I told him I would give him $75,000 for it. He seemed interested but said he'd have to run it by his wife. I gave him my telephone number and we parted ways. Two days later he called and said let's deal. I suggested that he could create the note (loan) and I would give him 15,000 down and finance the other 60k with him at 7% interest. I told him I'd rather pay him the interest instead of paying bankers. We sat down and hashed out the details and I bought it. I sold one of my Harleys for the 15 down payment. (my 69 DynaWide Glide custom chopper that I had for 25 years) . We agreed to a short note, a 10 year span for the 60k and I am glad I did that as it will be paid off in 4 years.
It was a bare lot and I had to fence most of it in myself. I then put up a big deck, perched the tipi on top of that and went to work. I put up a 20x20 pole barn, corrals, the greenhouse and cut me out some roads with my ancient 1962 Case backhoe. My first few years I lived "bare bones." Candles for light, no generator for power and everything I built was cut and nailed in by a hammer and handsaw. I later started using a chainsaw for cutting but disliked the noise it made so i went back to hand-sawing. I chopped down a few trees that were dying from Beetle kill and had plenty of firewood. I cooked outdoors or on top of my woodstove that was in the center of the tipi and vented out through the smoke flaps. I hauled my water in from an artesian well down the road and showered outdoors. It was a bit rough but a great experience. I slowly made improvements as time went on and now anything I do is a luxury to me. Basically I reverted to the food, water and shelter basics of survival. It made me feel alive and finally I had the independence to be responsible and take care of myself as I saw fit....without intrusion from any one or any thing. I had no money but I did have all the time in the world. I often took odd jobs just enough to pay my land payment and then I went back to improving my landsite.
The first winter was extremely hard and there were times when I said "what the fuck am I doing?" But I stuck with it and things got easier. It's just trial and error and if you keep at it you find easier ways to do things. Everything gets refined and then it kinda becomes automatic. Hauling in my water during storms was sometimes a nightmare. My holding tank valves would freeze up,I'd often get stuck in the snow pulling it and one time my 250 gallon tanker blew wide open from the water sloshing around. Often times I'd haul in the water, fill the horse troughs (which took about 250 gallons) and in 2 days the troughs would be frozen blocks of ice. So, I'd have to break up the ice, empty it out and go get another load of water. I could go on and on but will stop there. Lots of hard lessons (and true stories) but for my first year that was to be expected. After paying my dues it's cool to look back and see how far I have come. That first year, as hard as it was still brings a smile to my face now. Because in a sense, I won the battle. I tested my willpower, pushed it to the max and came out on top. It was probably THE most personal accomplishment that I have even made. And it was the most meaningful and self-rewarding experience of my entire life.
Anyway, things are pretty easy now. I will be digging my own well this fall...old style. I'll just dig a square hole in the ground, reinforce the sides as I go down and hope to hit water. Then close it off and build me a crank and pulley system with a bucket on the end to pull up water. The going price for a machine dug well is 16 bucks per foot, another 1000 for the casing and another 1000 for a solar pump. On average folks hit water at 350 feet. That's about 10 grand and highway-fucking robbery.....so I'll keep digging! :) (btw you can hit water at 10-50 feet sometimes up here and that's what I am hoping for) I also have a gal who will water-witch it for me but I already have 2 spots I think are close to water.
I love what I am doing and each step along the way is full of adventure, laced with some heartaches, often a sore back but it gives me a wonderful sense of well-being knowing that I can live simple, take care of myself and still be happy. And be happier than I ever have been. My parents think I lost my mind. (as do many of my so-called "friends"). My parents think I am struggling and poor. I tried to tell them I have never been happier but they just can't grasp my way of living or my passion for self sufficiency. I would have to say THE most biggest challenge of this whole journey has been having to deal with people and all their negativity. That aspect of it has pushed me father away from people who do not share my interests. It's definitely a road less traveled, but it's MY road and it's not always the best route for others.
Honestly I like it that way. But I do hope more folks follow my lead as time goes on because I believe a self sufficient community is the greatest way to live long and prosper. Power is in numbers and a lone wolf doesn't last too long in the wild. We all need our "pack." (much like the community ways of the Amish or Native Indians) It's hard going it alone... but still possible. My next big step is getting rid of my truck and the entire driving legal thing. I'll go horseback when I need to travel.
BTW, if and when TSHF we all won't have a choice. Everyone will be forced into survival mode and I do not think it will be a pretty sight, especially in the big cities. And if nothing happens I will continue on anyways as my main reason for living this way was not because of a fear of Armeggedon, Mayan 2012 predictions or any end-of- the-world scenarios.
I'm just livin', man.