"The climb speaks to our character, but the view, I think, to our souls." Lori Lansens
I hiked the Mill Hill trail early yesterday morning, almost to the mountain top. So close to town, it's a popular route for residents of all ages, from athletes to seniors out for some vigorous exercise. To the west, the view looks down on the highway and bustling Twisp, and to the east, quiet ranch land as far as the eye can see.
We had wind storm last night, and today is cloudy and much cooler. No mistaking fall is knocking at the door.
I've been on the computer most of the morning. My sister, brother and I are in the process of selling our Cripple Creek house. Real estate transactions are nothing like the old days, when you sat across the desk from a banker in a suit and signed a few papers.
Anyway, the good news is everything can be done remotely and electronically.
I am eternally grateful to Marji and Dave, who just returned from an exhausting trip to Cripple Creek. They went through the entire house and sorted out our family treasures from everything else, a poignant and difficult job.
Back to Seattle tomorrow.
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