Elle McCoy was just 20 when she met the man who whisked her off to live in a 100-something-year-old farmhouse in Indiana, with cornfields surrounding them in all directions, as far as the eye could see.
Her father had said she wouldn’t last a week. Neither McCoy, from Kokomo, nor her husband, Trevor, from Fort Wayne, had a background in homesteading. As he was a long-haul trucker, she spent days alone fixing burst pipes, dealing with rodents in the cellar, and learning to stack the wood stove correctly so she didn’t freeze overnight.
