Wolf Pup Meadow Condominium

by Mr. Schnell

When I gots to get away I head for the condo.

No Electricity, No Water, No Sewage. Pack in Pack out.

My buddy lives close by. He has a tractor. He put the Wolf Pup on site. My pickup is two-wheel drive and kept spinning on the grass. No traction. But that tractor had no problem at all.

My buddy is the “Can-Do” guy.
“Can you put the camper over there?”.
“Yeah, sure, we ‘**can do**‘ that!”

People keep telling me to put in a power line. Call the electric company and they will put in a pole and hook up, off the existing line nearby.

Nope. I don’t want it. Have you ever noticed when power lines are around there is this ever so faint humming sound? I used to think it was tinnitus but soon realized it came from the power lines. I prefer quiet.

I have a 12-volt battery and propane tank for backup but never use them. I have toyed with solar panels but to be honest I want to get away from technology. I have a bag full of double A and triple A batteries, nine volts, C and D battery cells. An Mp3 player. Tons of flashlights with LED bulbs. Perfect. All I need.

The camper has all the bells and whistles and came in handy for road trips over the years. Indoor bathroom/shower, microwave, two burner gas stove, refrigerator, roomy sleep area, small dining area I converted to additional sleeping quarters. Plenty of storage for folding tables and chairs. Excellent protection from the weather and rumor has it bears roam at night.

But I ain’t doing road trips anymore. Been there done that. Seen enough.

I basically cook outdoors on a camp stove. Camper mainly for sleeping and protection from the elements. The tent for overflow supply storage. When I leave I pack up … only the camper remains. Neighbors in the area keep watch when I am not around.

There is a spring fed pond nearby for swimming and four miles down the road a river for swimming, fishing, and kayaking.

I spent 38 years at the beckon call of others as an ICU nurse.

Once Trump, Covid, the Q-anon crowd and willful ignorant showed up it was time to leave.

I traded insanity for this…

I gave civilization 40 plus years. At this stage of the game I want to sit and watch the birds, deer, raccoons, squirrels, chipmunks and rabbits. I don’t want a cell phone (I used to have to carry a beeper). I don’t want a schedule. I don’t want to be found.

After three days out I come home to resupply and inevitably hear that a celebrity I liked as a kid has died or some fanatic knifed a celebrated author. The madness continues …

Time to go back out … this awaits…