Like a lot of people on this thread, I waited until retirement to purchase my first homestead property. After retiring in Reno, NV, in 2016 (at 70), I went back to Maine where I grew up. It was a great state for a kid who loved being in the woods, hunting, fishing, canoeing, mountain climbing, and lots of other outdoor activities year round. Guess I thought I could relive my youth. I bought a cheap, run-down old house about 25 miles from Mt. Katahdin, the highest mountain in Maine and the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail that winds 2,190 miles from Springer Mountain in Georgia, which I had hiked in my younger days.
The plan was to fix and flip the house to generate some more cash to put down on a small farm in that area, but after two years of shoveling snow from October to May and realizing how short the growing season was there, I decided I'd prefer a more temperate climate. After three trips to southern Appalachia (VA,NC,TN, KY), I found a 30-acre former horse farm that had been fallow for a while that suited my purpose. It was on the south-facing side of a long ridge, and though a little steeper than I wanted, I thought it would do. I quickly sold the Maine house to a couple who were going to finish the rehab, and I moved bag and baggage to southwest Virginia. I was 73 and in great shape physically.
I hadn't considered myself middle-aged until I hit 65, and then only because I figured I probably wouldn't live past 130, so I could admit I was probably past the middle of my life. I spent the next six months rehabbing the gutted trailer that had been left on the property, fixed the barn roof, and a couple of sheds, built a Justin Rhodes ChickShaw and bought enough electric mesh fencing to protect a couple of paddocks for pastured chickens from whatever predators might be in the area, and set up several raised beds for veggie gardening. My intention was to form a small eco-community based on Permaculture. Maybe 5 or 6 families with small homes scattered around the perimeter of the cleared portion of the farm or tucked into the woods around it with shared gardens, barn, greenhouse, and pastures for dairy cows, goats, pigs, and poultry.
I had invited a younger family that I'd met on the Internet to join me, figuring they'd help with the labor as well as putting in a few thousand toward the land purchase, but they turned out to be rather useless and brought with them a lot of drama and Covid-19 which I quickly caught. That knocked the wind out of me for a few weeks, but I recovered and got back to work. They never did get to work, so after a year or so, I borrowed enough money to buy them out and sent them packing.
I managed to maintain the farm on my own for about six months, but realized I couldn't develop it the way I wanted without some help, so I started advertising for another family. The second family was the exact opposite of the first. They had no money to invest, but they brought a 5th wheel RV to live in, lots of tools and a mini-excavator that proved quite useful, and they didn't need constant supervision or motivation. If they saw something needed doing, they just pitched in and did it. A real Godsend.
I was especially grateful for them after I hit 75 and started falling apart. Over the next couple of years I had shingles, cataracts, kidney stones, a bad infection from a rescue dog's bite, and various injuries from falling off a ladder. Each time, they drove me to the hospital, picked me up when I was discharged, and took over my chores while I was incapacitated. I don't know what I would have done if I'd been alone on the farm with all those animals to be fed and cared for. Though I had a couple of great neighbors, they'd have been hard-pressed to keep up with their own work and mine too.
But the second family never committed to the idea of starting a permaculture eco-community, and I knew they would eventually leave when they found a place of their own, and they were seriously looking for one. So, in 2025 I put the farm up for sale and started looking for an established community to join or a smaller place that I could maintain alone. A couple of horsewomen from New Hampshire fell in love with the 8-stall horse barn and the view across the valley and bought it lock-stock-and-barrel, including the tractor and implements, tools, and equipment. The second family stayed on with them for a while but moved on soon after.
I drove about the country looking at eco-communities and small farms, but didn't find any that met my criteria. Made it all the way back to Reno, NV, but found the prices out there had tripled since I left in 2016, so there was nothing affordable west of the Rockies, and long-term drought had made it even more difficult to homestead. I was about to head south to Arizona and New Mexico when the house in Maine came back into my hands. The buyers had defaulted on their loan and I had to take it back. I tried hiring a local guy to clean it up and get it ready for resale, but he wasn't doing the job I was paying him for, so I drove 3,220 miles back to Maine and took over the project myself.
The house had been left in a deplorable state. It took several weeks just to bag up and haul all the trash they'd left behind to the dump. I spent the winter repairing damaged walls, kicked in doors, broken windows, etc. and put it up for sale again. Meanwhile I've researched about every intentional community in VA/TN/KY area where I would like to live. Very few of them are set up for elders who want to age in place. They are mostly looking for younger people with muscles that haven't atrophied yet who want to work in agriculture and/or build their own homes with help from other members.
I just want a garden to putter in and a woodworking shop where I can make furniture to sell or trade. I no longer have the energy, agility, balance, or strength to start all over again building a farm from raw land or a community from scratch. I've found a few places to explore as soon as this house sells, but the dream of working my own garden until I'm 100 is fading fast. I may end up in a senior independent living facility someplace playing Bingo once a week for entertainment. I only hope they have a sunny spot for a couple of tall raised beds I can tend.