There's something truly magical to me about a self-sufficient "world" you can understand and hold in your head and hand. Where does my water come from? It comes from the rain and these tanks. Where is the power generated? On those solar panels and these batteries. I know the limits of this world; I work with them, not in spite of them.
Having ocean sailed a tiny bit myself, I have such respect for the hundred rabbits crew. Not all of the choices they made are ones I would, but they're respectable and defensible. Moreover, they're explained plainly without judgement: these are their choices and are offered only in the hope they will be useful. And with a playful and vivid tone that is a joy to read.
I dream of a life like this and feel privileged to be able to share in theirs vicariously.
Having ocean sailed a tiny bit myself, I have such respect for the hundred rabbits crew. Not all of the choices they made are ones I would, but they're respectable and defensible. Moreover, they're explained plainly without judgement: these are their choices and are offered only in the hope they will be useful. And with a playful and vivid tone that is a joy to read.
I dream of a life like this and feel privileged to be able to share in theirs vicariously.