We’ve all been here before. “Where do I go? What do I do?”
Okay. Deep breath. Type.
So, it all started for me in the autumn of 1988… Too far back? Nah… My dad was in love with this lil island in the middle of the ocean. The idea was “cool” to me, but it was really little more to me than pictures in a book or magazine.
Long story short – he took me to the Big Island and I fell madly in love with her. From the dry, desolate Kau, to the green hills of Waimea, to the lush jungles of Puna – land and sea, I loved it in its entirety.
Trapped in my Montana routine, I would dream of one day living there. After pinching my pennies for twenty years my hopes, at long last, became reality. I put all of my resources into a plot of raw land on the Big Island.
Now, it’s a race against the clock to find jobs or other tributaries of income, get established on our property, and continue to eat.