They laughed, back in 1947, when we began collecting materials to build our own power plant. The sky was still the limit in those high-riding days after World War II. We couldn't buy it. The kind of success our friends in the city still wanted had lost its glitter for us. We wanted land, a small place where we could raise our own food, develop alternate energies, bring up a family. I had been raised in Idaho and "escaped" to New York after college. Returning with Di was to see the country with new eyes. She loved the big sky, the elbow room, the muted colors of desert and mountain, the oases of irrigated farms.
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