On a Saturday in January 2008 my cousin John and his wife Carol wanted to show us this incredible piece of property they had found for us. We had looked at two other properties that day, but they just weren’t what we were looking for. Well John had saved the best for last. He explained to us that the owner had a contract to select cut the trees. This is a common practice in the area and does not harm the forest at all but just thins them out. You can see some of the cut logs in the foreground. The property is a bowl shape with mountains on three sides all of which we own. At the bottom is a nice pasture area that goes far beyond where you see the tractor. My cousin and I are standing on a railroad tie mat that the logger used to cross his heavy log trucks over the stream. When he finished logging he removed the mat and put in a 3’ culvert. The Forestry Service requires the logging company to seed the land and put it back to its original state. We now have a nice yard cover in a carpet of clover, but believe me prior to that it was a muddy mess.
We walked the entire perimeter of the 70acres that day following the trail of pink ribbons tied to trees marking our boundaries. It took a couple of hours and some mountain goat stamina to hike up and around the mountains. It was tiring but well worth it. The whole place felt as though it was meant just for us. To me places have a feeling about them. You either feel welcome or you don’t and this felt just right. It felt like coming home and has ever since.