There was a time we lived off in the woods. As I lie here in the comfort and security of my bed, listening to the rain fall outside my window with the blinds drawn, I can almost imagine that we are in the middle of that forest again. It was a good place to rest. A good place to escape the life that had been imposed upon us, and to redefine life according to our terms. No need to dress up or look a certain way. I mean, who really cared? There was no pressure. The residents were mostly down-to-earth, unassuming people living in a rural Pacific Northwestern town. Some of them were retirees. Some lived on Social Security like us. For others, the RV park was just an in-between place. One guy had been in the process of building a house on his own land for about a year. I even worked for the RV park for a while doing bathroom maintenance. But it wasn't really a job....