"45 years of a hillbilly redneck, tough as nails but beautifully humanitarian spirit. We built a log home, we built a life. Now we surrender it back."
Hands on the Land
Bureaucracy says wait. We say act.
Threat Level
Severe
"It is ridiculous that government regulators keep us from picking up sticks. We are taking the safety of the Earth into our own hands."
Mission:
Clear the debris. Reveal the purple heartwood. Do it for the ancient ones.
Relations Restored
"Maybe we’re all gonna be cousins finally. The trees are funny, spiritual, and hands-on. You showed up."
The Failure of "Protection"
Government regulators manage land by the acre. We steward it by the inch.
Statistic:
While agencies spend 80% of their budget on administration, we spend 100% of our spirit on the soil.
The stigma is that we are reckless. The truth is, we are the insurance. When you lock the land in a Trust, you aren't hiding it—you are carving a heart-shaped padlock that only the ancestors hold the key to.
Trust as Insurance
The ultimate insurance policy isn't paper—it's jurisdiction. Returning land to the Trust places it under a shield no regulator can pierce.
Outlaw Stewardship
Bureaucracy is brittle; heartwood is hard. We pick up the sticks they are too afraid to touch.
Flowers of the Bosses
Old growth aesthetics. We honor the land with art that looks expensive because the soil is priceless.
45 Years of Resilience
45
Years of Stewardship
0
Permits Begged For
∞
Spiritual Wealth
"We built a log home. We built a life. Now we surrender it back to the relations."
