The new pleasant dilemma. Now that I'm back in Seattle, I want to be in Twisp. The long drive home is usually exhausting, but I'd happily get in the car tomorrow.
The best time of day? Early golden sunrise shining through the living room window. I head to the kitchen while John is still asleep to start the coffee, then wait for the deer to wander by the deck.
Did I die and go to heaven? Just kidding...but it took a few days to sink in. I can't remember being so happy.
The beach changes daily as the spring run-off subsides.
A few days ago, it was running hard, as the heat wave melted most of the high mountain snow. The temperature was 90 degrees at the top of Washington Pass in the North Cascades.
Our property sign, left by the previous owners. Use gently. Thank you.
In the late afternoon, a trickle of neighbors from the adjoining street cross our property to enjoy the shoreline with their dogs and inflatables.
This was a surprise the first night. Are they going to make a fire or have a picnic? Linger? But everyone is courteous, friendly and respectful.
We felt right at home. In fact, I think we made more neighborhood friends in Twisp in 4 days than 40 years on this block in West Seattle. The advantage of small town living, especially when you have a daughter like Amanda, who everyone knows and loves.
A few words about the previous owners. She left us this message in the hall which sums it all up.
We never met them, unfortunately, but they left the house sparkling clean, move-in ready, with every thoughtful thing to be completely comfortable on the first night, including a kitchen equipped with all the basics. Such kindness. It was like checking into an airbnb but better.
They moved to their retirement home in Nevada for full time living. Who knows? We might follow them in a few years after the Methow winters sink in. But for now, intend to enjoy every minute of this new home adventure.
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