Just moved to far northern Maine, myself. It’s a house, not a cabin, but I have 10 acres of land, and almost nobody in Maine feels the need to fuck with you. Everyone wants to do their own thing, and be left alone, so everybody leaves everyone else alone. I feel like I have come home.
I’m your northern neighbor. I live in nowhere land on the east coast of Canada. A house/homestead on 250 acres of forest land. With another 250 acres behind me of just trees. We have a little hand built log cabin in the middle as a getaway and “retirement” pad so we can give the house to the kids so they have somewhere to live. I’m pretty solitary now as an old fella aside from my family.
It’s crazy how it all makes so much sense that I’ve always wanted to just live in a cabin in the woods and exist.
Just moved to far northern Maine, myself. It’s a house, not a cabin, but I have 10 acres of land, and almost nobody in Maine feels the need to fuck with you. Everyone wants to do their own thing, and be left alone, so everybody leaves everyone else alone. I feel like I have come home.
I’m your northern neighbor. I live in nowhere land on the east coast of Canada. A house/homestead on 250 acres of forest land. With another 250 acres behind me of just trees. We have a little hand built log cabin in the middle as a getaway and “retirement” pad so we can give the house to the kids so they have somewhere to live. I’m pretty solitary now as an old fella aside from my family.
I’m in that cabin. Slowly pushing the outside world as far away as I can get it, while maintaining access to hospitals and whatnot.