I find that the Teresa to whom I have been referring lately spells her name Terresa. She lives approximately 6 miles out of town in the wilderness. I visited her house today with friends.
Frank and his father-in-law, Steve Uno, checking out Terresa's roof. (I am Steve Dos.)
Terresa in her kitchen.
Her home is designed to be a self-sufficient living space.
Water collection systems. Solar panels. All that about which I would like to learn more.
This is the back of the house showing the big skylight on top.
Terresa's tepee and sweat lodge framework.
The closest neighbor through the zoom lens.
It is a fascinating way of living. Check out the cobblestone floors.
I will be taking the truck out there tomorrow with the small tent and sleeping bag and camping on the property for a couple of days.
I have wanted to camp amid those plants ever since I first saw them.
Earlier, I looked back at one of my entries on March 9. I do not know why, but I did. I found this:
The air is particularly rank this morning downtown. It smells as if something is decomposing. And something probably is.
I was ten worlds away from that out at Terresa's place today. Maybe twenty.