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driving around s tlucia always looking for the next off the grid area i can drive to meet people, see a way of life that still remains….. I am happiest in the simpliest of situations , especially when its mother nature surrounding us in abundance. i talk and ask and was told to drive up this road to the end out of an area of Soufriere.. it was a lovely drive up the mountain side and then ended with a dirt road…. well that is like a calling card for me… so off i went bumping alone on and on, when i finally see some folks coming down with their machetes… another good sign that farming is going on.. and i talk with them.. continue on and my stomach leaps.. a single man working his small plot on this mostly empty road…… he is farming carrots. pulling some up, planting some. .small seedling… taking out rocks in these beautiful pilings which to me look like art…. an hour or more easy i was there watching, talking to him. admiring his land and very old home…… later on i continued as high as i could go . until literally it became so rough i was wondering how id turn around on that narrowest of roads.. i managed. a bit touch and go but the most wonderful time. i could have laid down and died
driving around s tlucia always looking for the next off the grid area i can drive to meet people, see a way of life that still remains….. I am happiest in the simpliest of situations , especially when its mother nature surrounding us in abundance. i talk and ask and was told to drive up this road to the end out of an area of Soufriere.. it was a lovely drive up the mountain side and then ended with a dirt road…. well that is like a calling card for me… so off i went bumping alone on and on, when i finally see some folks coming down with their machetes… another good sign that farming is going on.. and i talk with them.. continue on and my stomach leaps.. a single man working his small plot on this mostly empty road…… he is farming carrots. pulling some up, planting some. .small seedling… taking out rocks in these beautiful pilings which to me look like art…. an hour or more easy i was there watching, talking to him. admiring his land and very old home…… later on i continued as high as i could go . until literally it became so rough i was wondering how id turn around on that narrowest of roads.. i managed. a bit touch and go but the most wonderful time. i could have laid down and died