(Excerpted from Chapter 15: Back to the Land: The Grateful Unrich…)
A man is rich in accordance to the number of things he can leave alone – Henry David Thoreau
The 69’ Reliant runs like a top all the way to a cheap Indian-run hotel in Hays, Kansas. Through a canopy of frozen fog we enter the ghostly Ozarks. We careen down ribbons of twisting highways in search of land. We sleep one night in the cramped car behind a repair shop. On Day #2 we sign a contract for deed on ten acres and an old mobile home fronting Highway 62 between Gateway and Eureka Springs in the northwest corner of Arkansas.
The asking price is $29,900. We offer $20,000 with $10,000 down and the balance payable monthly over five years. They accept – fully expecting with one glance at our old car full of everything we own in this world that we will never be able to pay off the remainder and they will get the property back, along with our ten grand. We later have a feeling that happened to some before us on this piece of land. Read the rest of this entry »