Published on September 19, 2010 By KellyW0498 In Blogging

 

 

It's no secret I love our piece of land on the side of a mountain. This piece of real estate gripped my heart and won't let go. Someday, it will be our home. I hate the word someday. Like the little girl from Willy Wonka, Violet Beauregarde says," I want it and I want it NOW!" The only thing holding us back from making the move is work. Times are tough for employment up in the mountains. Plan B, make your own job.

During the summer the men folk would take off in the boat. Sometimes I'd go, sometimes I didn't. They always asked me, "Won't you get bored?"

"No way, I'll hop on the 4-wheeler and go in search of photographic evidence of Big Foot. That little picture should earn me a nice little wind fall. It's part of the plan B, plan.

In the meantime, let me introduce you to some of my mountain neighbors-to-be. Do you remember me talking about chasing down Wile E. Coyote?  He was spotted with a #25 Anvil in a marked ACME case so Roadrunners life was in danger. Action needed to be taken. Neighbors helping neighbors. It's what we do. Unfortunately, we have yet to see the Roadrunner, but we did locate Woody Woodpeckers home.

Another wild and crazy plan B plan is writing for a real job. One way to claim a dream is to act as if.  Writing up here is a treat and the writing life is dynamic and mobile. One of my offices is at Davis Lake. It's a beautiful drive and I can wave at my neighbors during the commute.

On the way up, I pass the little bungalow on the side of a hill. It's tucked away in the trees and a crick runs through it. Was Brad Pitt in that movie?  I wave and move on. Heading up the hill is a big hideaway. This is a beautiful log home. I'm sure their view is spectacular. A little bit down the road is where Spirit Wind lives. Who wouldn't want Spirit Wind for their neighbor?

I need to get to the office, it's a good thing traffic is light except for an occasional ground squirrel or white tail deer. Along the way I notice the pink ribbons hanging from trees. The mountain folk are civic minded. The pink ribbons represent awareness for breast cancer as well as the old school way of thinking, pink-pink you stink. There's no need to bathe here, unless you want to.

As the road climbs higher to heaven I meet my free ranging neighbors. They are in the trees, in the road, in the grass, these cattle are everywhere. I don't know what it is about cows, but I love them. Cows are sacred and cows are funny. I just hope I don't run into the cows with guns.

After a tearful goodbye with the cows, me and Willie are on the road again. This commute never gets old and I'm reminded of that very thought with a view to live for. Now this is a view to break your fast. I have no problem visualizing my mornings sitting on the porch looking at all these trees. The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup. Hey, good job Wall Street. You can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the slogans out of her head.

You won't find a Starbucks here or a mall. You will have full access to the mountain mall of America. There won't be Gucci bags, Jimmy Choo's, Dolce and Gabbana eyewear or a Rodeo drive. You will find a rodeo held every Father's day weekend in the neighboring town of Colville. It's full of bareback bronc riders, bull riders and a rodeo queen with a cherry on top. Something for everyone.

My morning ride to the office is complete, I arrive at Davis Lake and today there are no campers. I have the office to myself.  Mother nature, my personal shopper left me a gift by my desk, the fabulous pleasure feather. Do you remember the joke about a feather? Typical nasty weather/Tickle your ass with a feather. Ruining jokes is what I do, I just never can remember them.  But I do know what to do with this feather.........

I wish all of you could move here and join me. No, I really don't, o.k. maybe one or two of you.  The rest of you can book a weekend with Washington Whitten's Wild, Wild West adventures, just call 1-800-Hell-Yes!


Comments
on Sep 20, 2010

A friend back here bagged a Coyote.  They are becoming pests again because of the hunting restrictions.  This one was after some chickens.

on Sep 20, 2010

I love these pictures! 

I like country living well enough, but I have to be able to get to civilization fairly easy.  Living in Alaska taught me that!

on Sep 20, 2010

Well, good morning you two. I wasn't sure if I would remember how to do the picture thing here on JU. 

Dr.Guy. It's the same thing here only there are more in some areas then the other. The ranchers and farmers in other parts of Washington are having the same problem with wolves. It's good to see you.

Tonya, There is a little town about 15 min away and a semi bigger town 30 min away. I'm ready to be a recluse and hang out with all the horses.

on Sep 20, 2010

It's good to see you.

Where are my manners!  Great to see you back as well!  Sorry I ducked out 2 years ago (in the middle of Tova's story), but things are better now and I am back to opining on occasion.  And of course it is always good to read the good writers here (like you and Tova).