In the early 1970s, my parents were part of the ‘Back to the Land’ movement and built a geodesic dome – without electricity or running water – in rural Nevada County, California. That’s where I grew up, climbing trees, riding my pony, eating from the garden and wearing (painfully unfashionable) hand-sewn clothes. Eventually I went away to college…and to Ireland… then to New York City…and to San Francisco…and to law school…and to Oakland. In fact, the whole family moved away, and the house was empty for years, serving mainly as a gathering place for Thanksgivings and (epic) summer parties. Then in 2011 I realized I’d had enough of law firms and skyscrapers, and 18 years after moving out, I moved back to the dome with my rescue-mutt Lola. Although over the years it was upgraded with running water, electricity, irrigation, and even a beautiful gourmet gas range in the kitchen, it was also dusty, cluttered, forgotten, and infested with mice. This blog is the story of transformation, reclamation, and imagination here at the ranch – for the house, for me, Lola, and all the other creatures joining the story as we go. Life couldn’t be better. Turns out this was the right place all along!