Can it be?  The wanderlust altered to land baronship? Stranger things have happened, and thanks to a fortuitous phone call in the middle of a prayer, Chris and I managed to eek into a humble acre before the banks stopped lending money.  And here we are, Ms Omword Bussaluss, Tin Office Annie, the Box, and, we are pinching ourselves, a three bedroom 1963, redwood shack with an indoor dreamshitter (we've made it into the 20th century). 
And yes, we are still, more thank ever, off the grid. 
Check out the organic garden too! 
Modern Savage (think accent on the "e") they call us...

Here are some pictures of the house

Ms Omword Bussaluss has become the official "guest bus". 
Since she's been covered in great detail in the Rancho section of snakelyone,
you can get more info her particulars by clicking here