Thursday, April 22, 2010

A Second Home?

I didn't notice any screen doors on the houses up there, and there certainly was no wind. I guess screen doors aren't that popular anymore are they? I didn't see any. They say it doesn't blow much in the valley up there, but it is located in Wyoming, and Wyoming is known for its wind, isn't it? However, situated in a valley sitting at over 6000 feet above sea level and surrounded by mountains of even greater heights, I guess it's true, it doesn't blow much up there. That's good because it gets cold --- I read it gets down to forty-six degrees below zero --- and, as the real estate agent from the valley told us, the snow in the valley gets high enough to reach the butt of a tall Indian. (Indian, as a Native American, I take she meant. It's too cold and the snow is too deep up there for political correctness.)

This late in the year there is still snow on the ground, deeper, of course, on the north side of buildings. The daffodils and crocuses are still asleep. Some places, there is lots of snow there. The day we were there looking, it was nice, though, and I didn't need a coat or anything, and I didn't wear a hat, although, somehow that makes you feel somewhat naked and unmanly up there.

It was a nice leisurely day. In the small town we visited it looked like there was only a couple of places to eat, none of them the familiar fast-food outlets of cities. We ate at a small place that served Mexican food --- well, American style Mexican food, I guess, although its proprietor looked like he was a Latino. It seemed like he had no accent and spoke perfect English. And he was a perfect gentleman.

People were folksy, and the real estate experts were about as friendly and helpful as you can imagine. They gave us some attractive properties to look at and to consider. So in the last few days we've spent more than an inordinate amount of time gawking at things on the Internet, considering our finances, contemplating the logistics of it all, and vacillating back and forth in making a decision relative to our next step.

An artist had taken up residence in one of the houses we witnessed, and it was nicely decorated and well kept. One house was situated between a house where the tenants were abusers of animals --- a couple of poor hound dogs had been confined to a space in the backyard that was barren and filthy, with a pile of crap two feet deep in the corner. The house on the other side bore a number of stars on its exterior walls. Its owners, who we were told were quite wealthy, must've thought to replicate the Milky Way.

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