Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale… Gilligan’s Island. I can name that tune in 4 notes. Much of our experience at Trail’s End felt very much like being castaways on a remote deserted island. No phone, no lights no motor cars, Not a single luxury, Like Robinson Crusoe, As primitive as can […]
Jay was kind to us. He evidently liked the idea of selling his 10-acre parcel of undeveloped stump land to us, and made the terms very accessible. Our commitment to purchase required paying even less on our current housing so we moved from The Little House With Blue Trim to an even smaller home, a […]
The 2-lane state highway, bordered by Big Leaf maples, Douglas fir, and Thuja plicata, the non-cedar western red cedar, tightly hugged the edge of the hill, resisting, perhaps, the urge to let go, to give into the pull of the fertile river valley running parallel. We had driven this road many times, the green bubble […]
Spouse and I moved far enough away so visitors had to commit, but our commute didn’t suffer. We found a house on acreage, a remnant of a former faith-based co-housing community, tucked on a perch above the Tolt River. The house had the feel of add-on. Not from well-thought-out design, I could never be sure which […]
Raised By Wolves 