It‘s the middle of Summer people!

As I begin writing it is August 8th. We are in Oregon.  For the last 5 nights we have slept inside... sort of anyway. We are taking a 2 week road trip with our 30 foot Airstream and 3 dogs....

So, yeah, you can take it from there.  

But this is not about that. This portion is meant to finish, or at least meet in the middle, about the Story of our House.  

I will start by saying that home is where you make it. Home, as they say.... is where the heart is. We GOT A LOT OF HEART! As I have mentioned previously, you can be dumb but you better be tough. I say this as a reminder... for you, dear reader. We are some of the smartest dumb people you will ever know.  

When we take a 2 week road trip, we make a few plans about where we plan on staying, but the rest we leave to Chance... what a fucker she can be.

Thus, the picture.. I am writing this from an RV site just outside of Telemook, Oregon, a place where we were smart enough to stop, but where most of the visitors stay for the whole summer.  

And they don’t stay for it’s obvious beauty.,,,, but for the work they find over the hill on the coast, Yeah... we thought we might camp on the coast, but smart people plan for that shit. 

Thus... the quote. So, back to The Story of our House. 

 Everything about our time here has been made from hard work and magic. We have found ourselves living in the middle of someone else’s life. And at the same time, we are making our lives here. Metal garbage cans full of hundreds of used spark plugs or bent nails. Anything that could be saved was, and anything we can throw away, we do. I think as of mid summer 2018, we have had 8-10 large dumpsters full of shit hauled off. And still there’s more. The crazy part, WE LOVE IT !

At the end of August we were finally able to close on the house. So now… all 14 acres, 5 out buildings and a house, is OURS!

The first thing we are doing is putting up a fence. It seems that our 3 dogs have begun to feel like this property is theirs too, and any passer by gets lit up as they walk by. By lit up I mean Waylon and his 130 pounds goes running out to them as they walk on the road and makes them want to poop their pants. And angry…. they get angry and afraid. And then they yell at us. It’s a good time. And as with all good times, these experiences are coming to an end. We have arranged to put up a 1400 foot fence that goes along the road all along our property. This should keep folks safe as they walk by, and will give us some privacy on one end of the property where people like to hike. There are Saturdays when it sounds like an entire Girl Scout Troop is walking on the land. This wouldn’t be so bad if our dogs didn’t feel like they needed to protect us from everyone. But they are sweethearts like that and we are over having people tell us to leash our dogs as they hike on the trail that is on our property. It has made us unpopular with many of our neighbors who feel like the trail should be THEIRS even though it’s on private property. We have made it clear though, if anyone wants to hike on our land they are welcome to, they just need to come and introduce themselves to us and have a conversation. People are funny though, and most have not taken the time to do so.

What follows are just a couple more pics from our Summer Trip. We look forward to digging in and living the good life in our new home. As of the time I write this, we have yet to spend a single night inside this year. So… WINNING!

Willie looking out over the morning light. Yes... that’s an ape behind him. Saturday morning at the movies happens on the road too.

Tukced in to my best friend’s front yard in the middle of a citrus orchard in Ojai.