When we called the smallest building in the photo above home, Spouse announced that he wanted to grow roses. He wanted to start raising them right then and there. This former milk shed turned cute tiny house was only temporary between the Little House With Blue Trim on Tolt River Road and Trail’s End, and […]
How lovely are your branches Winter: cold, more dark than light, feet of snow hindering the simplest of chores, bodies laden with fabric and furs, vigilantly keeping the fire, source of light and heat. Hours free for whittling, quilting, mending, storytelling, singing, and, when the days came bearing the most darkness, breaking at Solstice when […]
The name Trail’s End originated with my Father in law. It stuck.
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 […]