December 18th, 2010

While I don’t see us settling down anytime soon, I do want to have a few (20+) acres to call my own when we find that perfect spot that we never want to leave. When that happens, I want to live the way that I see fit. I don’t want anyone trying to tell me where I can and cannot poop (humanure anyone?) or that I have to be tied to the electric grid. As long as I am not hurting anyone, anything or myself, it’s no ones business or right to interfere with my choices.

I ran across this News clip today about a 72 year old man who is being forced off of his own 36 acres for not having electricity and plumbing. I don’t know all of the details. I don’t know if the ordinances were in place when he purchased the land or how long he has been there, but I can only assume that this is happening because someone wants to develop on his land. You be the judge.


July 20th, 2007

We’re working up another list of motor homes to checkout this weekend. Meanwhile, let’s talk about poop.

Along with lots of solar panels, I’ve been thinking about what can be done to extend the boondocking time we can get in a small motor home. One of the things it’s hard to get around is the size of your holding tanks. In a class C, we’re going to have fairly small tanks. While we could tear down camp and go find a spot to dump as soon as the black water tank fills up, it could get darned inconvenient if we’re 20-30 miles down a dirt road and enjoying ourselves.

One thing I stumbled across is the rather bizarre sounding composting toilet. That’s right. You let your poop sit around until it turns into fertilizer and then toss it outside with a handful of flower seeds.

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