We spent some time in the canyon this weekend, visiting family and visiting possibilities... we dream often of finding the next step nestled in a small town in the mountains... a property that we could weekend on, a place where we can breathe a little deeper and see a little clearer. Maybe build a house on and move to one day.
We stopped at one of my favorite thrift stores in the valley and I found two great mugs, one with a sugar shack etched on it and another equally cabin-y one spelling out "Home Sweet Home". I decided this could only be a sign that the land we were going to check out was probably the one.
The property we looked at wasn't the one.. not by a long shot. It was an illegally built A-frame on about two acres... to me it seemed like the perfect adventure, but it was in such a state of disrepair, it would've been easier to knock the whole thing down and start again. I think I'd rather start at the beginning than go backwards first. We had some chuckles, my dreams for "the one" dwindled, and still the search continues.
