I live a 4.5 mile walk through the woods from the closest contra-dance. If I leave at the very start of dinner, I can get there by part of the way through the lesson.
It's exhilarating to be able to live in the middle of nowhere (no cell phone reception, in 1600 acres of wilderness, surrounded by a thick buffer of state parks and forests, & the closest town's highlights are a pottery studio and a gas station/Mexican restaurant combo)...
... and be able to transport myself by foot or bike to an evening out.
I think that's what I want in a greater sense.
Sometimes I have daydreams about the end of oil, and the rebuilding of local communities, and the liberation of roads into bicycle paths. And then, of course, eventually bicycles would corrode. But probably not in my lifetime.
In the meantime, this is a start.
