A Rolling Home Gathers No Taxes But Lottsa Oppurtunity

Had a born again experience back in '76, signed over everything and was reborn as either a totally broken loser or a budding working class experiment. Either way the grocery store wasn't giving away peanut butter so...Fortunately real estate prices were about to take a nose dive around '80 [guess all those years of prayer worked] and i'd have a few years to build up a small down payment. Meanwhile everybody living in a rainforest needs a roof so i bought a great old '50 Chevy school bus that had all the RV gear but needed gutting. That, plus other carpentry jobs took the first year. The Bus morphed into mosta the down payment 4 years later when my daughter and i found a place to make our stand.

Buying a solid old RV that doesn't leak and whose appliances work, just like the bus was in '76, is still a great first step for the committed corporate resister. You can work on it as you roll from job to construction job or farm to farm. It's an inexpensive rolling roof that, once beautified, could be a nestegg or a first hogan whereever you find to make your stand. There are thousands of potentially resurectable RVs out there for a couple grand apeice. If you're an American, the great southwest desert, because of its aridity, is one place to look. If you're Canadian your best bet would be Alberta, the closest thing to Arizona we've got up here.

If you're retired like me, an old RV is a good way to downsize and enjoy the fruit of all those years of sweat plus way to keep busy as any an old RV owner will tell ya. If you're middle age it's a great way to make a new start, to re-test the wind, to live your dreams again. And if you're young, it's the best way to disappear into the underground economy, to disappear from the tax collecter, the cencus, the banks...seasonal agriculture, construction projects, living on the road, all perfect ways for younger folks to connect their roots with their dreams.

The road divides for the rolling home, one path leads to the life of the vagabond, one to the life of the homesteader. For me it was an easy choice. The call of owning, building, farming my own bit of dirt was the loudest siren's song of all. We made it, though in the first buncha years it was barely. No matter where you stake your claim, unless you're born with a silver spoon, it's gonna seem impossible to round up a down payment, impossibler yet to build a home however small, clear land or develop a garden. Up here in BC many oldtimers rolled into the budding green economy as a way to mitigate the mortage and turn their green cash into building their dreams.

Take a look around, the rich rule, the rest drool. One of the only commodities a country boy can produce that commands a decent income for the work invested is weed. Every state and province has its own weed industry, most every rural area is next door to the wide open spaces. If you're lookin to bootstrap your way to owning a bit of dirt check out the green economy.