After turning onto the rough dirt road I survey the empty plastic bucket jostling in the passenger seat and wonder how I am going to prevent water from sloshing out on the way home. It is a cloudy fall afternoon in the Pacific Northwest—dark enough that I had to turn on my headlights to navigate the deep potholes in the road. To my left is a large yard with unkept vegetation and a deteriorating shed. To my right is a dense grove of classic Northwest forest—nearly pitch black in the fading afternoon light.