The picture above was taken near the spot where I pontificated the origins of the oil filter on the fence post that I blogged about a earlier this week. In this picture, if you look carefully, you can see a group of taller trees on the right side perhaps a mile away as the crow flies where I grew up in an old farmhouse that has long ago returned to the earth from which it came. On the left side, you can see a group of buildings about two miles as the crow flies where I spent the latter part of my childhood and where my parents still live. This is the southern edge of a narrow plateau between two river drainage systems and some of the flatter ground in the area.
As a youth, I would walk from my house where the large tree on the right side are located, past this spot where this picture was taken to the draw you see in the photo below. This is one of the spots I hunted for mushrooms, where I found the deer in the previous post and for some reason, always seemed like a good place to build a house someday. It is not terribly scenic as far as locations but it is terribly peaceful there. You are over a half mile from the nearest road which is gravel and towards the north and a mile from the nearest paved road which is east. The nearest road to the west is another couple miles and now all farmed by my parents and to the south, I'm not sure where the nearest road is but it is a long ways and in another state for sure.
The only way this would be a practical site would be if I were rich or had an off the grid house because I'm a long way from utilities. I would need to gravel three quarters of a mile to create a road that I could drive on and then in the winter, there would be no guarantee that I could get out if needed. I'm a long way from anything, (30+ miles to the nearest town with a small grocery store or hospital) and would be even further from any potential employer which would mean that it would probably only be practical as a place of retirement. Yet when you retire, you are on the downward slide of health and perhaps such a remote area would not be the ideal place.
But this place has always called to me and if I had a means to support myself, I would like to build a house there. It would be down closer to the trees where I would not be able to see another man made structure in sight and where I could literally step out my back door to pick a few morels in season. If I were to die unexpectedly with no one around, well I guess it would be as good as place as any to let the scavengers pick my carcass clean and return me to the earth from which I came.