When dreams come true.

The mountains are calling, and I must go. So I went. And here I am. Standing in front of my cabin and land I just bought on top of Wilder Mountain, a private mountain in the Cumberland Mountains of Northern Tennessee. I've always wanted a cabin to retreat to. A place to write poems. And research. To read a book in a day.  A place my partner and I could visit during summers, where I could take my kids camping for the first time and teach them how to catch lightning bugs, skip rocks, and how to make the best S'More. A place my friends and family can join me for a weekly retreat (luckily I can entice the glampers with Nashville). A place to get away from it all. The hustle. The bustle. The life. It's been a crazy year.  Things aren't always how you pictured they'd be. But they'll get there. And the people who were meant to be sitting at your table will be there too, to share these beautiful things with you.  And I'm happy to build this space up.  To make it a home for all of the people in my life world,  and for my family and future family. We aren't on this earth for a long time, we are here for a good time. To explore. To learn. To spend time with those we love the most.  What better way to do that then 6 acres of land with trails created along 2 creeks and throughout the acreage.  Like most things in my life the land has tremendous character with rock formations, a small pond and a couple of waterfalls. There is 40x40 yard fenced-in garden plot plus an orchard with pear, peach and apple trees. Around the fence of the garden are established grape vines (concord and niagara). The garden had corn, okra, green beans, watermelon, summer squash, acorn squash, butternut squash, romaine and green leaf lettuce, spinach and tomatoes successfully.  Blueberry and blackberry bushes are planted throughout–and there are tons of wild blackberry bushes bringing in an abundance of wild life for the sportsman: quail, turkey, woodcock, doves, deer, boar and an occasional black bear. Eek. I won't hurt the animals. Unless it's a bear.  At dusk there are nightly whippoorwills and hummingbirds throughout the day that frequent the beautiful mountain laurel on the property. At night, the lack of light pollution reveals a spectacular starry canopy and dancing lightning bugs. The mountain is private and most of the community rides around on their ATVs. Which is what I plan on doing along with the Jeep. So bring your boots. Leave your good clothes at home.

I mean, I know mountain life isn't for everyone. But it's always been for me.