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So anyway.  Getting back to this log house - and how it came to be in my life.  I was transferred at work, and the commute was just too far...  this area was middle ground and we had been talking about it for a while.  My ex-husband and I had bought and sold four houses prior to this move.  We had moved a total of eight times during our 22 year marriage.  He liked a house, I liked a house, he chose a house...  it was never a mutual decision.  We were never really on the same page.  So, we got together with his friend's wife, Jacquie, who was a real estate agent.  She showed us two places prior to this one.  Neither were to our liking - on that we agreed.  One had train tracks - and trains that passed by quite noisily several-times-a-day, plus it was on what seemed to be a fairly busy street.  The next one overlooked a trailer park on one side and had a transfer (garbage) station in the back plus a kitchen that ...

Colorado?!  My parents asked when I told them we were going to move there... but something about it spoke to me... I grew up listening and loving John Denver sing about "Rocky Mountain High....Colorado".  A woman I worked with went to Colorado for her honeymoon... a girl I had known since 3rd grade showed up to my 10th High School reunion and told me she was now a Mountain Ranger in Colorado.... it all just started clicking together. Growing up in wet, lush, evergreen Washington, the brown mountains here did NOT impress me - I was actually almost in shock for the first year - I had a hard time seeing the beauty.  Plus, of course, the altitude took a little getting used to - coming from sea-level to 6,000 feet: it took a while to completely adjust.  Then the ladies at work started inviting me to go hiking with them in the mornings - "Bring your dog!" they would say.  So, I got out with them and eventually became addicted t...

It wasn't my dream or intention to live in a log house.  I think some people just, that's what they want.  In my case, no. I have always loved the outdoors.  Moving to Colorado from Washington State was the first step in this journey.  Growing up in Washington, you can never see stars because the skies are always cloudy there.  One summer we went to visit family in Canada... I remember sleeping outside on the deck at my aunt and uncle's cabin and loving seeing the stars... of course, again, emphasize the fact that it was summer time because even in Washington the skies are clear in the summer. We moved here to Colorado to follow my (ex) husband's dream of opening a bar and grill with his buddy.  He had been telling me it was sunny here for a few years, then one day I was driving home from work in drizzle and grey... I got home and said, "okay, let's go".  We sold our house, packed our stuff, said goodbye to our family and friends and w...

A Little History...      There is always a beginning... and as I start my blogging journey I would like to share a little bit about myself so that you can get a feeling of who I am, what sort of surroundings I grew up in, how that influenced the styles I am attracted to today and how this house came to be in my life.