Getting ready to leave our private little paradise....
The deer can enjoy their grapes in peace now.....
I was having one of those sleepless nights, so now I'm up looking through pictures of how gorgeous this place is in the summer......you know, just torturing myself. Luckily, it's currently gray, muddy and bleak. Otherwise I don't think they could drag me away......And while I'm in the nostalgia mood......
Here's a picture of the view from the last house we lived in at CJ Strike Dam.
And the living room--
Most you haven't seen this house because I didn't blog then and we lived so far out in the middle-of-no-where that it was quite a trip to visit us. The nearest town was about 7 or 8 miles away with a population in the vicinity of 4 or 5 hundred. Joel's sister Ammanda, Grandpa Pearson, Emily, the Johnsons, and all my family braved the horrific mosquitos, gnats, and wind to see us that year. I think Ammanda and Chop thought it was pretty horrible (the gnats were insane when they came) but even with the out of control insect population, I actually loved living there. Loved it. So maybe there's hope that I'll fall in love with Hagerman too!
