Pros and Cons

Last June, Ron and I decided to get serious about fulfilling one of our lifelong dreams: owning a cabin in Hocking Hills. We had always thought a place for a weekend getaway would be lovely. I envisioned a couple of acres. Ron envisioned 10 or so.

We had an acquaintance who had land to sell. Although we were in no real financial position to go forward with a major purchase, we drove down to take a look.

We got the grand tour of 130 acres on a Gator. (Sure, it’s listed as a utility vehicle, but it’s really just a four-wheel drive golf cart.) It was a little bit of fun, and a little bit of terror lurching up tree-covered hills over fallen limbs and big rocks. One valley was being prepped for a potential pond fed by natural springs in the area and had been cleared of trees.

The day was hot and cloudy. We toured the first 50 acres, around the pond-valley, and up the hill on the other side. Trees had been cut down to cut paths for hiking and to make the journey easier for the Gator. The acreage is actually zoned agricultural, so land management is required and includes tree harvesting.

And then we heard the thunder.

“Do you mind getting a little wet?” asked Fred, our Gator guide.

“I’m not worried,” I am always optimistic. “Maybe it will go around us.”

Instead, we were deluged–the kind of pouring rain that makes vision impossible. I once heard someone call it, “Looks like all the buckets in the sky are pouring.”

Fred drove the gator down to the road and around the corner to his house, which was about a half mile away. We sloshed in, peeled out of skin-soaked pants, socks and shoes, gratefully accepted towels and T-shirts, and threw our clothes in their dryer.

We discussed what we had seen: 130 acres was 10 times bigger than we ever imagined. Such beauty, though. (I mean, if wooded hills are what you like.)

First, the fears set in. We made lists of pros and cons. Really just cons. I thought I was an optimist, but maybe my fretting makes that a lie.

1. We had no idea how to manage that much land.

2. We live an hour away and can barely keep up with our house.

3. We really couldn’t afford to buy 130 acres without selling our house and moving there.

4. I like the suburb we live in and didn’t want to actually move there. (I like my comforts and the conveniences of nearby shopping.)

5. We have grandchildren–lots of them–and we see them mostly on the weekend.

6. How would we have time to learn about finding a good building site, and arrange for electricity, plumbing, septic tanks, and more that I didn’t even know to worry about yet?

7. And how would we afford the land, plus putting something on it?

8. We would need our own Gator. Another expense that we didn’t know about. And, we assumed, only the beginning of expenses we hadn’t considered.

Sure, it was our lifelong dream. It’s beautiful. But there were so many other ways to spend our money.

We talked for two weeks. Back and forth. It was just too expensive. We told B., the owner, “No. Can’t do it.” And then we were really sad.

But the next week, B. called us back. What if he divided it? He recommended the section along the road, an area we had only seen in the pouring rain. It was just 65 acres (funny how that seemed reasonable by comparison). He’d sell the other side of the hill (with the large pond space) to someone else.

“Come back and see it. You didn’t see much of that side in the rain.” He was right about that.

We debated. The land is zoned as agricultural property (such a great tax savings). This means we’d become tree farmers and have to work with a forestry expert to create a land management plan. The list of things we didn’t know got longer! There was no building, no electricity, no water, nothing. We didn’t know how to get any of that for the property. We felt we were too old and it was too much work. Who would we hire to help us? We didn’t know anybody in that area! And we were outsiders. (I’m from a small town. I know what it’s like. We’d be strangers for the rest of our lives.) The grass along the road needs to be regularly cut. The paths need to be maintained, also.

And frankly, if I’m going to have that much land, I really want a stream. That’s what I always dreamed of–a ravine and a stream. Space to roam about. We thought we should keep looking for a better property. But gosh, B. is such a nice man.

So, to be polite, we drove back down to say no in person. And when we arrived, we got back on the gator for a rain-free tour of the other side of the land.

And discovered: a ravine and small stream that led to the road.

A lifelong dream. We could start out just hiking once or twice a month. Maybe some camping. We don’t have to build right away. We can take our time and get to know what we need to do. And then B. said he could help us out financially. What an opportunity! What a legacy for the kids! If not now, when?

We now own 67 acres of land in Hocking County. The adventure has begun.

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