Oh there you are! Let’s go . . .

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May 15, 2023

Time for a change

Over the past year, the unexpected loss of Kevin’s brother, shortly proceeded by his father’s death after a year-long battle with cancer, and a horrific accident that nearly claimed both my parents changed our outlook on life. The motions of farm life—feed, water, shovel shit, repeat—had become a burden rather than a joy. I had also started my first job off the farm in years. Office life didn’t suit my free spirit.

May 15, 2023
June 10, 2023

Bucksport, ME

Only five days after posting about selling our farm on Facebook, we’d sold it. Our sawmill, tractor, trailers, implements, tools and livestock all went next. Years of stuff we thought we needed rapidly boiled down to only four carloads.

June 10, 2023
July 19, 2023

Boarded the boat

After much frustration over bureaucratic paperwork, a polite dispute over the agreed upon price, and a snails-pace closing—we finally stepped on our new home. We sat on the bow trampolines in a couple of bean bags, and toasted to our adventure ahead with pink Champagne.

July 19, 2023
July 29, 2023

The ocean tried to eat us

My last words before a watery death were nearly ‘oh fuck doesn’t cover this‘ hollering over howling winds in 30-foot swells while being pushed toward a rock breaker to Shinnecock inlet in the dark. I crammed Chip into the top of my sundress and strapped him snuggly into my life jacket.

July 29, 2023
August 1, 2023

Long Island, NY

The world is our oyster—again. We have decided to sell the boat and move back to land. We have a lot of dreaming and scheming to do. What will the future hold? What wild and winding path lies ahead? No idea.

August 1, 2023
August 30, 2023

Otis, ME

We moved to Otis, Maine with Kevin’s mom at her lake house on Beech Hill Pond for the winter while we work out plans for spring. We ruled out purchasing a campground in Peru, ME, and are leaning towards building a house in Bradford, ME. I have a week-long hospital stay for double-lobed pneumonia. Even when I get sick, it’s to the extreme.

August 30, 2023
September 13, 2023

Winterport, ME

In an unforeseen twist, we have moved to Winterport, ME, to live on a property that has been in my family for years. We still have the camp up north and await word on the Bradford property that Kevin’s late brother owned. We won’t be building on it now that we have a house, but we still feel attached to it and want to keep it in the family.

September 13, 2023
November 18, 2023

Bradford, ME

The family property in Winterport didn’t work out. We have moved to Bradford, ME just in time for snow. There is no power, water, bathroom—or even a road. No address or access. It’s land-locked by other lots and so far into the heavily wooded acreage that it’s invisible to society. Unknown. Incredibly quiet. Perfect in every way.

November 18, 2023
February 12, 2024

Let’s explore some more

In a twist of irony, being dragged from our happy little camp on a vacation gone wrong has made us want to explore more. There are still so many things. Places. Stuff. Two of them in particular are in the works… First, we have to sell the boat. Whose idea was that anyway?

February 12, 2024
June 20, 2024

Sold the boat

After a long winter at Base Camp, our boat that underwent repairs in a boatyard in Charleston, SC for months finally sold. With proceeds, we purchased a 33-foot RV, an enduro motorbike, paid our annual lease for the Scopan Camp, and are in the process of purchasing 223-acres where the Base Camp one-room cabin is located.

June 20, 2024
June 29, 2024

To Alaska!

With our ducks finally aligned, we left on our cross-continent RV trip from Maine, through Canada, and to Alaska with our 10-year-old son, Danny.

June 29, 2024
July 26, 2024

Trip to Pahoa, Hawaii

We took a trip to visit an old friend that lead us on a strange journey. We returned to Alaska afterwards.

July 26, 2024
mandy wheaton in bucksport maine at wheaton mountain farm with a chicken beside a bonfire. a tractor is in the background.
Hugging a chicken and enjoying a cold beer by the bonfire after a long hard day working on the farm will be sorely missed as time passes. Here’s to the adventure ahead. May the wind be in our favor and the fish bite. UPDATE: The ocean was terrifying, and we never did catch a single fish.

3 Comments on “Oh there you are! Let’s go . . .

  1. Congratulations! I did the same thing. Lots love ones too soon…decided to make life changes…I closed on my new to me catamaran in early July. Currently at mooring in Newburyport, Ma. Working my way south…(Bahamas by Nov.)

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