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The area we decided to look for property in was around the Cumberland
Mountain foothills, where I grew up and where some of my family still
lives. The prices for farm/wilderness land were still below $1000
or so per acre and it was still within an hours drive from Nashville.
We hiked and hunted, dreamed and imagined, toured farms and laid in
barns for six months. We eventually decided that having land was more
important at first than having a livable farmhouse. And after reading
Walden again
by Henry Thoreau and seeing how he returned to such simple and basic
living in a one room cabin, we decided that we could camp, live in
a tent, or build a temporary shelter until we had a house that was
livable. So most of the farms we looked at were in pretty rough shape
including Butterfly Hollow. But the day we drove up into this secluded
hollow we knew...... It not only had an old unlivable farmhouse that
cried for restoration, 80+ acres of hills, pasture and forests, springs,
ponds, garden spots, it also had a nice used mobile home on the property.
This would give us the place to live while we restored the old farmhouse.
Even though Sharon said she was ready, I could tell that she was a
bit skeptical about the idea of living in a tent for three or four
years anyway...and I was a little too.
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