After giving notice on our house and packing up all our worldly belongings, we went out to the property to see how things were progressing on the trailer setup. The lot looked exactly the same as it had a month before, when we had purchased it. Not a grain of dirt had been moved by human interference. We sat and meditated for a few minutes. Shouldn't they be digging a septic system? Shouldn't there be some signs of overturned earth? We walked the property. Then we went to the real estate office to see what was up. In true "it's not my problem" form, we were told to contact the contractor. Okay. You got your money now, you're done. We called the contractor, who seemed to be at a loss as to who we were. Suddenly remembering, he said "someone must have forgotten to get the permit." Could that someone be you? Is that not what we hired you for? Did you not get your first draw from the construction loan already?
So there we were. Two weeks to move out of our house 30 miles up the road and no house to move into. That's alright, it's September, still hot, cool nights, we can handle a month camping. Little did we know, we wouldn't be in until December! We went back to the property, which was well treed and had very few neighbors. We chose a location fairly far back from the street, shielded by trees, took the camper off the truck and stabilized it for living.
We pitched 2 tents nearby, under some junipers. Then we started moving all our stuff that wasn't in storage out to the property and arranged it around the campsite.
We built a big fire ring and now we were in business. It looked a lot like some of those old westerns where they have to unload some stuff off the wagon because they're being chased by bad guys. A dresser here, a dining table there, boxes of dishes.
Life was good. We cooked over an open fire, ate out under the stars every night, heated our wash water over the fire, and rigged up old sheets from the side of the camper around a ladder to take a shower with the solar shower. We had a 400 gallon water hauling tank on the back of the truck, propane lanterns and the propane stove and fridge in the camper, plus a large cooler.
We had the toilet in the camper. The cell phone would pick up a signal from the fire station 2 miles up the road. Who needs television? We were having fun. Then the weather turned ...