I thought I'd explain why someone who lives on 43 acres in the country would be seeking solitude in a cabin in the woods (click here). I took these pictures from inside my house this morning. As you can tell, there is no window or door out of which I am can look and actually see the countryside. We do not live in town, but we might as well! I'm not complaining, really. We get along fine with all our neighbors, even the one who occasionally dabbles with meth, and steals my morel mushrooms. Cliff's shop is like a "kid magnet" where six to eight adolescent boys sometimes gather; he enjoys that. The kids all realize I'm quite a loner, and stay out of my space unless invited into it. If I head north, beyond Cliff's shop, I can find solitude in our pasture and woods.
There's one very unique thing about the people on our dead-end country road: with the exception of our renters, everyone in all these houses pictured were raised on this road, some in the same house where they now raise their own kids, some next door or across the road. I find that amazing, in a world where people travel so far, and uproot their families with such ease.