On a sleepy little coastal town in Oregon, I wish to build a timber framed barn to serve as a woodworkers retreat. I envision a 40×60 structure with an upper story of offices and drafting spaces. Since I am but a humble apprentice woodworker, I would arrange for master craftsmen to drop by for long weekend classes that would serve to inspire, instruct and relax those who are out of touch with thier creative selves.
I see a pastoral setting (read, a small farmstead) with small efficient huts for resting after a hard days work. I see a communal kitchen, a cool fire pit and a hot tub to soothe the aches of growing older.
This is my retirement dream. I have not saved enough money for a classical retirement, and working for “the man” until I reach a classical retirement age will leave me ready to meet my maker soon after I leave the insanity of the modern factory.

