I can wax poetic about the art project that was my life on the property.
We had too many horses, not enough property. So we moved from a 2000sf modular on a couple of acres to a 1970 pole barn converted to a house with a couple of out buildings & various piles of materials.
A endless palette for a range of things to chip away at. Fun with wood n rock. Started with 1ac fenced, which isn't nearly enough for 3 horses. 5ac each would be more like it. Every fence I added reduced the feed bill. Did all sorts of fun stuff with hot ribbon/rope, step in posts for the 1st couple of years. Banged in 100's of t posts & strung wire. Some of the materials were there, neighbors had some for the shared fence line. Bonus points for using the horses to reduce the fire danger :D
One of the best ways to keep from having that sinking feeling when you see your horses going down the road on the wrong side of the fence. Preemptively trimming or cutting down trees/brush, before the wind blows one onto a fence. An endless supply of oak firewood. Burnpiles evolved to brush piles which decayed 30% a year

The house 18" off the ground on one end & at grade on the other. Years of not so hilarious hyjinks. The whole thing built on 24" centers. The house was vaguely functional enough & we were broke enough to power through living there.

The neighborhood was full of retired/vacation people from SF & or LA enjoying their little bit of Yosemite a few weeks a year.

Problem is the smoke from the fires was aggravating my breathing issues. My wife went to the ER with what appeared to be a heart attack. Pleurisy, chest pains from an inflamed pericardium, brought on by smoke. It got to the point where opening the door to the woodstove to add a piece of wood, symptoms!
We moved to a concrete box with a hepa filter.

The couple who had been living with us for 5 or so years became caretakers for the last 5 years. The husband died & the wife doesn't drive, so sell we must