We have dreamed of this for years and even almost made it happen prior to Henry's conception. We looked back then because if I couldn't have a second baby then I was going to have a second home in the mountains. I got my second baby and happily gave up the dream of a mountain house.
Then we talked to friends this summer and stumbled upon a steal of a deal. Almost everything we wanted. Views, space enough for friends to come, land, access from the house to biking, hiking, a lake for swimming and skiing and friends to buy it with thus making it affordable.
This weekend was our first trip out there and we explored our little plot of land and cleaned a bit and rejoiced that the previous owners left ALL of the furniture.
We found a zip line and a rustic fort and hung up a swing.
Jeff attached a slide to the fort.
It is not for the faint of heart as it is more like a rocket launcher.
I want to remember how this home became ours. Well at least 1/3 of what the bank doesn't own is ours. How Elizabeth cried after we first saw it because she thought we were moving out there permanently and she loves her Seattle home. And then how after this weekend at the cabin she cried because she didn't want to leave. I want to remember exploring with the Connolly kids along the lakes edge and finding frozen critters and a turtle under the ice. I want to remember that both my kids slept past 7am which is a minor miracle and proof that fresh mountain air is good for the soul. I also want to remember that walking Elizabeth to school this morning we saw 2 bald eagles. TWO. I love that our home is Seattle and in the Methow Valley.