I live in an abandoned ranger tower in the Appalachian Mountains. Technically, the Ranger tower is in western Pennsylvania, but that doesn’t matter too much. I’ve been here for about 6 years, one day while on a hike I discovered this place and it was still in fairly solid condition. I came back the next day with most of my important belongings and decided to stay. I’ve slowly repaired the whole place while living off of gardening and hunting every once in a while. I live out here because I don’t really like to deal with people and I am dirt poor. The woods are nice, not always quiet or calm, but nice, and the Ranger tower hasn’t failed me yet.
Although I do have a sizable stash of straight cash inside of a wooden crate in the tower, I choose to only spend the money that I can make and save the stash. I mainly do off gigs for forestry and other related things. I also walk dogs pretty often. I’ve always had a certain kind of ability with dogs to not piss them off where everyone else does. There’s a wolf pack that roams around in the woods where I live, I’ve had a few encounters, but it seems their territory ends close to mine but it isn’t in where I live.
I want to bring everybody back in time essentially, back to before industrial society, mostly. Some things can stick around, mainly medicinal related things, I’d rather allow our modern medicine to exist. Beyond that, I don’t have many affiliations. I am willing to die for my ambition, but only if I know that my death will go to a good cause. I’ve gone far, especially when it comes to not being a hypocrite; excluding the gift that Tom has gotten me. It was rough figuring out how to use such things, I only respond through letter and a radio, and I take job listings through the newspaper. They don’t deliver out here, I run everyday out to the highway where the mailbox is and then get my mail.