I've posted photos of this old abandoned shepherd's wagon before on my blog. It's a  sad reminder of days gone by. It sits on a property that adjoins our land on one side (the land is now for sale). It's a shame that the property owners have not only let their property fall into ruin, but this old relic as well. It's worthy of preservation, but sadly it has now fallen even further into ruin than it was on our last visit. At this point it can't be brought back to its former glory.

I like to think of the cowboy or cowgirl it once housed as they traveled with their flock of sheep or herd of cattle over the high prairie. Think of the stories it could tell!

The roof is caving in and there is now a skylight where there once was none.

It's wheels no longer turn over the sage-covered hills.

It has come to rest on this spot overlooking the territory it used to roam, dreaming of days gone by when it lived a useful life.

I found this blog entry about an old shepherd's wagon which has photos of what a nicely restored one looks like, both inside and out. If you are interested, follow this link.

I woke to the sound of a dog barking outside. It wasn't a coyote. I stirred from my sleepy state enough to recognize my surroundings. Ah, I was home. It feels strange to be here. Normally it feels good to get "home," but this time I'm ready to go back. I'm not sure what was different this year than past years. 

Yesterday I wandered our house aimlessly, unsure of any routine or what I was doing. It was all off. I didn't sit with my morning cup of coffee watching the sun light up the side of Bull Mountain. I didn't start a fire in the wood stove to take the chill off. No stellar jays squawking and asking for their morning feeding. No walk to the bottom with the girls. 

No. Instead we had the television tuned to Good Morning America. I was appalled at the amount of depressing, unnecessary news they spew out. Rapes, murders, accidents and lots of other horrible things that don't have any bearing on my daily life. Sure, some news you need to hear, but we really don't need the level of detail they report. I've decided it's not part of my morning anymore. I lived just fine without it for three weeks and I felt all the better for it. 

The trees have really changed here, and a few are even done so we have a lot of leaves on the ground already. When we left it was still summer, but we came home to fall. It's chilly and gray and we had to turn the heat on for the first time. It's hard to believe we were swimming right before we left.

I'm sure all the old rhythms of life will soon find their way back into our routines and life will go on as before.

This was the sunrise this morning as we drove through Iowa. Tonight we are in Bryan, Ohio at a Ramada Inn where we’ve stayed before.

Right now we are awaiting delivery of our pizza and greek salad to our room from a local Mom & Pop pizza place.

Our trip has been uneventful and really quite pleasant, if you don’t count the long hours in a vehicle. Getting out of the cabin was easier than we had thought it was going to be due to the heavy melting that took place on Sunday. One part of the road was still “iffy” so our neighbor kindly guided us out on roads he knew would be navigable. It took us quite a bit longer to get to Laramie, but it was worth it. I’m glad we left while the muddy bits of the dirt roads were still a little frozen, otherwise it would have been a real mess.

Home Sweet Home tomorrow at this time. Still, it’s hard to forget our little cabin.

I’ll be catching up with you in a few days. I’ve missed a lot on your respective blogs, I am sure! I just want to thank those of you who have left comments even though I have not been commenting on your blogs. It meant a lot to me.


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As in Departure Day ... finally! The sun came out today with a high of 54 degrees F and melting took place big time. We did a trial run to our neighbors and got through fine. A few places along the route are still a bit sketchy according to our neighbors who went in to Ft. Collins yesterday afternoon (it took them 4 hours just to get out of Sand Creek Park) and came back this afternoon. They were amazed how much melting had happened in their absence.

All day the snow has avalanched off the roof with a loud whoomph. It startles us every time and the cat runs for the closet. We have a huge pile of snow now on the front side of the cabin and more than the beginnings of the outdoor cabin fridge. If you are wondering what I mean you have to wait until we get home and I find the photo.

We learned something new this trip: it snows into the screened-in porch. Makes sense I suppose, but we have never actually seen it happen.



So. This trip was kind of a marker of sorts for whether or not we really can see ourselves retiring to the cabin, at least for a little while. As I’ve said before I promised Rick one full year here. My answer? A resounding YES, I think I could do this. Life is peaceful here and even though it is not an physically easy life, I believe it’s one worth living. At least for a while. Maybe not so good when we need walkers. But while we are still young enough to tough it out, why not?

I know you are thinking we are crazy. Maybe. But this cabin and surrounding 70+ acres are in our blood.

We are ready to leave. I think. Mentally we both know we need to get home but our hearts our torn. We’ve had an extra three days due to the snow, so for that we can be thankful. But we are packed and have been since early yesterday morning, so it’s kind of a limbo experience knowing our departure is imminent.

We’ll miss our little piece of heaven on Earth. Thanks for coming along on our adventure with us. We’ll see you on the flip side back on the East Coast.

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Yesterday

We are getting a taste of what it would be like to live here at the cabin during the winter months. We are snowed in! Our neighbors called this morning saying they were going to try and see if it was possible to make it out or not and asked if we were planning to leave, and if so, could we all caravan together for safety.

We said well ... we weren’t really planning on trying to leave until Sunday and as yet had made no move to get things packed up. But, if they were going out and not coming back in until Sunday afternoon then there would not be anybody around to help us in an emergency. They said they would call when they got back from their scouting trip.

In the meantime, Rick and I started to gather things and begin our task of packing up just in case they found it was possible to leave. We are a pretty good team when it comes to who does what in the whole process.

We were pretty much packed except for the fridge and Rick was starting the chore of putting on our newly-made shutters on the windows when we got a phone call from the neighbors. Getting out was not possible. They had only gotten just so far, passed a few pickup trucks stuck in a ditch, and found that the main county road we would need to travel from the Wyoming/Colorado state line in to Laramie had not been plowed. Not only was it not plowed, but they had no intention of plowing it until they were certain they could keep the road open because the wind which was drifting it continually. (A very common occurrence up here.)


Hailey says phooey! I didn’t want to go home yet anyway.

So, Rick took down shutters he had already put up, brought in things that were already packed in the truck that might freeze, I unpacked a few things on the inside and we settled in once again. We left the suitcase packed and things are sitting around in bags and boxes, just waiting for the inevitable all-clear call.

There is one slight hitch though. We decided to strap on our x-country skis and ski up to the neighbors to see what condition the road was in to their place and see what drifting had taken place. It’s not a pretty picture. Well, it is a pretty picture if you have no where to go and don’t care if you get out. Here is the road in one direction. The turn on the left that you can see is the road that leads to our driveway. I stood in one position to take both of these photos. The second photo shows the road that goes past our neighbors’ property and you can just make out there gate posts in the distance.





If you can’t tell by looking at the photos, it doesn’t look good. We could maybe get up off the road and go cross-country where there is less snow, but even that poses it’s problems. Here Rick tries out a possible path.





The wind is pretty much relentless today, carving and shaping the fresh snow. I just wish Mother Nature would practice her art only on the hills and not on the roads.


Right now I am thinking that Pioneer Woman has nothin’ on me.

P.S. I should have added that we have enough food for about three more days or so, plus (very important) wine. We are fine except that Rick really does need to get back to work!

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