If you are lucky or wise enough, or both, to be living in an idyllic fashion à la Aldo Leopold, sleeping at the shack with loved ones, food to eat, songs to sing, fish to catch, and plenty of nature in which to occupy one’s days, then you will only occasionally, maybe once a week, need to “get to town,” for milk or eggs, or if you’re anything like me and Megan, for a Snickers bar or an ice cream.
