It was supposed to be so easy.
Well, maybe not easy. But we certainly thought we had it all figured out when we first made the decision to pack up our things and move to Cortes Island. Give up small luxuries and urban conveniences. Find ourselves (and figure out each other).
We landed on 350 acres of beautiful, got comfortable with the concept of composting toilets and became addicted to woodburning stoves, raw milk and eggs from our small flock of hens.