Far flung tribes

Partly by accident I have been without a car for well over a year.

In the summer of 2005, about the same time Katrina was shutting down gulf production, I was stagnating in an office designing circuit protection equipment for the utility industry

Without much of a plan, I gave notice to my manager that September, and in true monastic fashion proceeded to divest myself of worldly possessions (except for my bike). Over the next nine months I would hang my hat at several small farms as part of a sustainable farming apprenticeship program. From a spiritual standpoint I could have continued living this way indefinitely, but one of the first rules of Peak Oil preparedness