I am buying a house remotely. Scariest stuff in the world.

5 minutes walk to the beach but high enough that not flood risk. 5 minutes walk to a state forest with 50 miles of forest and beach to explore on an electric bike. 20 minutes drive to the town center but in the ritzy suburb in the very edge by the ocean.

Hey Peter. Still too cold to swim without a wetsuit. So you beat me there.

On the other hand it can feed me. Clams, oysters, geoduck, crabs. I can easily fulfill my daily protein requirements times 10.

If I want to fish I can fish for salmon. This house is on the edge of Washington State and Canada.

Private airport two blocks away. About 20 planes and two ultra lights station there. I will make friends and have some serious joy rides.

This is a craigslist deal. The guy does not want to spend real estate fees. For all I know he doesn't own the house. That's what title search is for.

I had a home inspector to go in. Roof will need patching. Electrical panel might need some safety work. I don't care. I'll handle it.

Homeowner is way too interesting. He was arrested and went to jail in the midst of negotiations and is currently bailed out.

I have already given him good faith money and FedExed the contract. He just went to the title company today to start the ball rolling so it just became real. Everything up until this moment was b*******.

I have bought a shitload of camping gear. I have the best shovel / saw in the world. I went through a couple of them before I decide to keep this one.

I have a handheld rechargeable chainsaw. That one had me giggling like a little kid.

I have what looks like a cooler but is really a freezer. I can churn out ice in it, it sits at -4°.

I have a 5 gallon bucket filled with nuts and berries. I love them all. I could live for months on that alone. I have emergency medical supplies that will put in ambulance to shame.

I have a tent that I hope to never use. And attaches to the back of an SUV or van and extends the space. It's very large it can fit 8 to 10 people for sleeping. It's all mine or my wife if she chooses to join me.

I have 220 watt times 18 volt solar panels that will fill an enormous portable battery that will run anything I want if I'm actually camping and not driving. Otherwise the battery is just always full from the car as I am driving. I can put those solar panels on the roof though and save on mileage. My current mileage is 86 miles per gallon in the hybrid but I will probably be taking the van so that will suck down to 10 20 miles per gallon.

I have 20 cubic foot aerodynamic bag that I can store pretty much store everything up top which then means if I have to park in the van and unroll the mattress I can sleep in that.

I am prepared for an adventure.

I have hotel rooms set up for halfway through the drive and then a week after the drive. But that still gives a month or two until settlement and I have to figure out where to live in Washington State at that time because there's no place for me to come back to.

That's a different story. I'll leave that out for now.

I was pointing out that Peter had the advantage on me on that at all times. And it is really tough for me to get a wetsuit that fits my legs and my gut at the same time. I'll have to go get it professionally fitted and get a 2 piece suit.

On the other hand, hey Peter, how high above sea level is your house?

On the other hand I am in serious earthquake cycle area. The kind of earthquake that doesn't bother shaking your house, it drops a 300 mi area about 60 ft down and everything disappears into the ocean.

We are due. I just have to accept that sometime in the next 300 years it will be happening. Hopefully I'll be dead first.

I think you answered the question why not camp. You just went on and on on the possible dangers and downsides of it.

I am prepared to camp if I have to. But I won't if I don't have to.

Yes I read all about the licensing required as far as to go pick up things on the beach. No problem, 50 or 75 bucks a year.

Especially when it passes multiple people and it is simply a number on the address. Now I have to see if the number on the address is truly a typo at the endpoint of the process or if they used it to generate all the associated legalese because it's very specific to the address.

Eight versus threes and old eyes don't mix well.