For some years I've been dreaming of moving somewhere hot and dry where I can sit on the porch and commune with nature while sipping bourbon from an enameled tin coffee cup. A place where I can complain about the government while shooting at any lurking coyotes with various heavy weaponry from my bathroom window. While taking a dump. That's the dream, right? Plugging a coyote from 200 yards with an old FAL or Garand while seated on the toilet. I may have to spend a lot of time sitting on the toilet to get that opportunity, but it'll be worth it in the end. That dream is becoming a reality. I'm closing a deal on a 40 acre ranch in a very remote valley in Arizona. I know 40 acres isn't really big enough to be a ranch, but I'd appreciate it if you'd refer to as "the ranch" anyway, since I intend to buy one of those big hats and it would just be silly to wear a hat like that if I didn't have a ranch. However, it is surrounded by hundreds of thousands of acres of Arizona trust land so in effect, it's as if I'm buying all that range land. There's a couple of small ranches north of me, but in every other direction it's just range land for dozens of miles. It's in a high valley between the Chiricahua mountains and the Peloncillo mountains. The nearest real town is 50 miles away and has 17,000 people. It's remote. I've been in Arizona for the last few days checking out the property and deciding if I'll buy or not. I decided to buy. It's a nice little house, but the former owners stripped it when they left - a foreclosure. I'll have to put a lot of money in, but that's OK because the price reflects all of that. The house itself is solid and nice. There's a good well with unlimited sweet water. There's a number of fruit trees on the property and even though they haven't had water for a while, most of them are still alive. Oh, and there's an old adobe structure out there. The original homestead from back when assault rifles were lever action. Anyway, a sea change in my life. I'll have time to finish that book on Old Hickory once I get the house in order. We won't actually be moving until the end of this summer because I have work commitments, but I've gone through my last Alaskan winter and am heading for the sun. Edited to add: This house is the closest private land to the mouth of skeleton canyon, where Geronimo surrendered in 1886. About 1 or 1 1/2 miles southeast of the house is the actual site of the surrender. I'll have to hike down there and explore that area.