We interrupt the regularly scheduled blog posts with an important message …. we just bought a house in Colorado! Yep, that’s right, this Florida girl will now be following her heart and spending some more time out west. ❤
To say that it has been a wild adventure is a massive understatement. I’ve learned so much along the way and at times, have wanted to pull my hair out and scream, but it will all eventually sort itself out and be just fine (or so I keep telling myself – LOL).
It started out almost 2 months ago, when Tom, his son Tyler, and his good friend Todd, along with the help of another good friend Dana, loaded up a 26-foot Penske (OK, maybe there were 2 Penskes involved) and prepared for the long drive out to Colorado. Yep, 2 Penske 26-foot trucks, a tow behind with one vehicle, and another being driven out there by itself. Yep we traveled light, as evidenced by the fact that Tom’s van and other things were still remaining in Hollywood.
As they pulled out to start their journey, I had no idea of what would lie ahead, but I knew that it would be an adventure of a lifetime. :-OSee, though many thought that Tom had the hard job, with the drive and all, but I had the task of flying out with my mom and step-dad … oh, and an outdoor cat we inherited years before whom had never been put in any situation close to this one. The only thing is that the veteranian gave me tranquilizers for him … but what would keep me sane, I wondered.Alas though, we all made it out there and the reward were things like this view out of our backyard in Fruita.Fruita, CO is a small town, outside of Grand Junction, CO, which in itself is a small town. Fruita has an avid cyclist community, so it’s easy to see why Tom was rooting for settling down there. It wasn’t long before Tom set out on his inaugural ride, with mountain biking being the most popular, but also lots of safe roads for road cycling as well.
Of course, for me, I just couldn’t wait to get myself up on the Monument, though to my surprise, it POURED when we visited for our first trip up. It was fascinating to see the usually dry and arid landscape, all washed up in a heavy downpour, with the resulting “mud falls”.This home is set on an acre of land and irrigation waters, so that meant a lot of yard for Tom to mow. It wasn’t long before he found himself a new toy … the riding lawn mower.After which he wasted no time catching a quick snooze in his hammock (a Father’s Day gift from Kelli and Mitchell) set up under the shade of the pergola.For the first few weeks, I struggled immensely with the lack of office furniture out here, so after an eternity of complaining, Tom improvised one for me. LOL Actually, it did the trick!More trips to the Colorado National Monument followed every so often, to break up the monotony of the endless unpacking. I mean, with views like this, how could you get sick of it … or not feel rejuvenated.Our first visitor to Fruita was our son-in-law, Mitchell, who was nearby in Denver for a work seminar on the business of making spirits and distilleries. Tough, huh?They were able to get some mountain biking in on some of the amazing trails nearby. I on the other hand, got a break from unpacking, though shhhh … don’t tell Tom. 😉YIKES! If I didn’t know better, I would swear that gremlins would come in at night and regenerate boxes and boxes to unpack! I’m not sure we’ll ever get through all of them.My mom and her husband just love being outdoors in the sunshine and adore the views of the mountains and Monument in the distance. Not sure how my step-dad will enjoy it when the winter rolls in though. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.I celebrated my birthday since I last blogged … and it was a bittersweet one. My daughter brightened my day though with these fabulous flowers.After about a month or so, it was time to head back to Florida. First though, we had some unfinished business with some mountain goats on Mt. Evans. See, 2 years ago when I visited the road was closed due to road repairs and I couldn’t see the mountain goats I had yearned after for so long. This time, I conquered that item off my Bucket List. More on that to come.Once home, we were taking care of business, as they say, when all of a sudden we learned of an unexpected, and uninvited visitor. Her name was Irma and she was packing quite the fury. Of course, I’m referring to Hurricane Irma, a Cat 5 hurricane that had it’s sights on south Florida … and the entire state of Florida. Before long, I boarded a flight on out of there and Tom loaded up yet another Penske (16 footer this time) and began to head out as well.Tom’s journey back to Colorado was supposed to be a “solo” affair, but it seemed like 6.3 million other Floridians were on an evacuation plan of their own. If anyone knows Florida well, you know that there are generally only 3 ways out … I-95, the Florida Turnpike, or I-75. Everyone was in “frenzy” mode too and supplies and gas was getting short in supply. Then, the unthinkable happened … I got a call at 2:30 am in the morning, that the Penske had broken down in the middle of BFE. The differential had froze, pieces flew out, and by the time Tom got the truck pulled over and stopped, the drive train was hanging on and dragging on the ground! Thankfully no one was struck by the flying shards of metal … and that Tom was safe as well. Tom had to sit on the side of a highway, in the middle of the night, and wait almost 8 hours until he was on the road again. What an ordeal!
2.5 days later, Tom made it back and all was good again. 🙂So that’s what my life has been like lately … and why the blog is so late … and why it wasn’t about burrowing owls, as indicated earlier. Rest assured, burrowing owls (lots of them) will be coming to the blog … and lots more too, so stay tuned. As I said, it’s been a crazy ride and quite the adventure. But then again … isn’t that what makes life so interesting? LOLNext Up: Let’s try again for some Burrowing Owls
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