It has been not-so-subtly pointed out to me that there is a kind of irony in marketing off-the-grid living.  You know; like being a hermit with a busy calendar, or a vegan butcher – not impossible but awkward in the concept.

In some kind of weird way, this dissonance is a metaphor for my life.  The only circumstance I can think of where my nature and abilities coincided with my interests was my singular lack of interest in playing basketball or being an actor (tho, to be fair, I was a model for a short period of time.  I was a ‘spokes-model’ for Old Style beer in the 70’s.  It was a very short exposure to fame).  In both those other careers nature took it’s separate course and I was OK with it.       

And so I agree with the point raised.  Marketing off-the-grid living by way of consulting to urban wannabes is not a ‘make-it-up-in-the-volume’ kind of business.  Not for me, anyway.  I am thinking a single client a year would be considered a lot.  Maybe one a decade. Anything more would resemble very hard work.

It would also be full-time because, face it, if you don’t know know enough to say, pick the right property, you are certainly going to come up short in everything else.  That kind of rube would need a lot of hand-holding.  We know this.  We learned it by holding a lot of hands.

Fortunately for us, we were right some of the time, assisted by wise people much of the time and lucky in the extreme all of the rest of the time.  In other words, maybe I am not well-suited to being a Dan’l Boone-type consultant.  I don’t really know very much, I still recoil at getting my hands dirty and I hate bugs. 

I think I was just lucky.
  
So, the question is: to be a consultant to urban escapees or not to be?

I think I’ll put a stop-work order on the advertising campaign for now.