Thinking is not doing. I had to use an 0uthouse growing up while my father and his friend dug our leach fields by hand. Our wood came from the land behind our house. The first year they carried it in. De-limbed trunk one end in a wheelbarrow the other end carried by a man. I stacked 42-55 cord of wood each year. Twice, because we would move it from stacked pile to porch, stacked to dry in half to full cord amounts. My mother cooked venison and rabbits that my father or I killed. You keep thinking about it. I'll remember doing the stuff you dream of.