Life is filled with unexpected twists and turns. We were all expecting to have the Livelihood magazine—with its focus on local abundance, economic issues, and the exciting trades and stories being created with the HV Current—inserted in this issue of Country Wisdom News. But alas, the board and staff of the Current, including me, decided to wait a bit longer to release the new publication so that we can cross all of our t’s and dot all of our i’s. The planning and creation is going well, and we can’t wait to share it with the world.
Speaking of livelihood, I remember when mine was focused on waking up and deciding where I’d go that day. My wife Nicole and I traveled around the United States and Canada for four months, and each day was a unique journey. We barely made any plans; we would simply look at the map every day and decide which state park or town to travel to next.
We had a little bit of money—enough to get by—but we tried to camp every night, either in a campground or somewhere on the side of the road in our tent. One morning we woke up to a trooper saying, “Hey, you can’t sleep there.”
We also strove to stay with friends, relatives or acquaintances. We’d either call a few days in advance or call that day and say something like, “Hi Tania. We just arrived in Los Angeles. Can we sleep over?”
It was a time in our lives that revolved around each other and our little place on the Earth, which changed every day. Some days we’d eat lunch in a nice town or city that we’d been excited to see (but usually not dinner because that’s more expensive), but we also ate a lot of potatoes, garlic and squash that we got from an organic farmer who we helped with his harvest before we hit the road. Nicole and I would roast that combination on the fire with a side of soup or ramen. I think the abundance of roasted garlic kept us very healthy.
When the money started to run out we started making our way back to New York; we got an offer from Nicole’s brother and his wife to stay at their house in Stone Ridge—rent free! Well, sure. And that’s what brought us to this area—a slow migration into New England, up into the Atlantic provinces of Canada, across the whole of Canada, over the Rockies, down the West Coast, a meandering sojourn back across the southern warm states of the US, and then right back to the state that we started in: New York.
It was quite a livelihood. I’d love to do it again in order to see some of the spots that we missed—but this time with our wonderful kids.
-Chris Hewitt, Publisher