Day 14. Driving through this countryside brings up feelings of nostalgia for the charming decay of old Americana – drive-ins, diners, crumbling barns, weathered farm houses and country churches. Many are just ghosts of former times and the lives that were there. There are miles and miles of apple and cherry orchards on the east side of the state where the climate is more arid, perfect for the fruit trees to grow and thrive. Fruit packing plants are the dominant feature in each small town, and tightly woven around them are the migrant worker communities. Authentic Mexican and Salvadorian food is easily found. Yum.
We’ve put down a lot of miles of driving while looking at the area and properties for sale to see if it feels like a good fit and could be called home. I’ve fallen in love with a property in the mountains near Brewster. Brewster is a small town, not much to speak of, but still charming in it’s own way. The property is 10 acres of land in the hills, at the top of a long, windy dirt road (which is snowy right now). The view of the surrounding mountains is incredible, and it feels like being on top of the world! The Cascades foothills are off in the distance for as far as the eye can see. It was breathtaking. I didn’t love driving on the snowy dirt road, but I could see us calling that place our own. With power and water already there, we could pull the bus right up and start building our bath house while living in the bus. There seems to be a like-minded community in the neighboring properties. Almost all of the homes are tiny style – smartly built with steep, angled roofs to shed the snow and south facing windows for passive solar.
But I think I loved the property more than Brad, so we will keep that one in our back pockets but continue the search. It’s important that it feel right, to both of us.
For outdoor fun today we drove up to a ski resort that has closed for the season with the intention of skinning and skiing with the whole mountainside mostly to ourselves. Some other skiers said the gate was going to be closed in a couple of hours, so we went up the road to a ski park instead, and skinned up the network of snowy roads. The snow is really thin already. Spring is here, and it’s been so warm. We are going to have to try harder and harder to find enough snow to ski now that spring is here and the snow is all melting.
The ski back to the car was ridiculously slow because the roads weren’t steep – they were designed for cross country – but it was so good being in the mountains breathing in the fresh air. Most people are going stir crazy from lack of social stimulation right now. We, on the other hand, are going stir crazy from lack of contact with snow!