I'm posting from a friends computer here in the town where I bounce, but I've been living out in the sticks in a deer hunting cabin in the middle of nowhere for a few weeks now. It's rather interesting. I have electricity, but no running water... gotta haul it in 5 gallon containers from a spring-fed well. Let me tell ya, taking a shower out of a 5 gallon bucket full of lukewarm water while standing outside on a 3' x 4' piece of tin in 20 degree weather raises a goose bump or two. It's all good though; most of my childhood was spent roughing it in a similar manner. In fact, the cabin I'm living in is on a 327 acre piece of land that my dad owns.