And even funnier for those of us that work in ag tech and know that the money in farming these days is in big business farming, run at scales far larger than traditional single family operations.
I often joke about building a cabin in the woods where I don't even have an address, I'd have to send you coordinates.
I always hope the story is just far fetched enough nobody thinks it's an actual plan, but I'm not sure.
I have no intention of spending the rest of my life chopping firewood and hunting whatever I can find in these woods. It's an amazing fantasy (because it's short term) after dealing with a bunch of BS all week though.
That fantasy is really fun for about 2 weeks a year. After that you realize how bad it is. I used volunteer to run the food stand at a local annual event for a charity to get my going into the restaurant fix out of my system (I quit only because I moved for other reasons)
(Note: not a dig at you per se, more the "I'm going to become a farmer" people because they can keep a monsterra alive)