“So we’re really going to do this?”
Lucky was just getting used to this place. Now it’s almost time to move on! Wednesday will be our last night in the tree house.
We have two more nights in this happy little house. Lucky seemed to like it here. He’s adjusted very well to the changes. We’ll spend Thursday night in South San Francisco so we can load up the U-Haul trailer we’ll be towing to New Mexico. On Friday morning we’ll be on the road. It’s still sort of hard to believe!
Jason and I bought the land in 2005 so we’ve had plenty of time to think about moving there. We’ve talked about living in Mora part time and about not living there at all. In the end though, we always came back to wanting to make this special place our last home
Jason calls this “Katie’s mountain” because whenever we discuss the layout of the house I ask, “Will I be able to see the mountain?” The real name of this mountain range is the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. It’s a subrange of the Rocky Mountains. I want this view from my kitchen window.
When I tell people where we’re moving they often go, “What!? Where? Why??” I still don’t have a good answer for why. I generally mutter something about peace, quiet and the cost of living. That stuff is important, but there’s more to it of course. It’s embarrassing to talk about though. I’m afraid I sound a bit starry-eyed, like a teenager who just read Walden for the first time, but I don’t think Thoreau was wrong when he wrote that life was sweetest closest to the bone. In the Tin Can, in the middle of our 16 acres, a cup of soup tastes like heaven. In Mora nature is not an afterthought. Its majesty and mystery surround you. The sun rises in a pinkish haze and the nights are spectacular. Emerson said, “If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.” In Mora you marvel and stare every night.
He’s not looking at stars. He was looking for the lunar eclipse. An hour later we saw it just fine from solid ground. Climbing on the roof was completely unnecessary.
Still, it hasn’t been an easy decision to move to Mora. We had a great life in the Bay Area and there are some people I’m definitely going to miss.
One niece, one nephew and Jason’s one and only daughter visited Sunday, along with one brother. My brother, Jason and I were all too sensible (aka old) to jump the creek and climb on this rotting boat. The weather was horrible, but how lucky to have six people in the same family agree that this is a great way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon!
I’m not too worried about the family though. Those people can’t escape us so easily! I’m looking forward to the adventures we’ll have when they visit. Some of them have already been out to the land.
My mother, the year before she died, tapped her cane on the land. That seems like a blessing to me now, even though she thought we were nuts for wanting to leave the Bay Area. One of my brothers was along on that trip too. My sister’s been to Mora. She pronounced it not nearly as bad as she thought it would be. Jason’s daughter has been to Mora twice. She helped him when he brought his truck out to leave on the land. My son has come out a couple of times to help mow the overgrown weeds. Our nephew, Nick, has helped Jason in Mora several times.
I wanted two things before I moved to Mora: a real toilet and a fenced in area for Lucky. Here’s Nick digging a hole for the very first fence post. He and Jason fenced in a quarter acre. As we all know, they never got around to the toilet.
In this picture Louie looks right at home in Mora. He’s actually a pretty urban person – even a bit urbane!
They use this little tractor to mow the “grass”. Apparently I’ll be doing this at some point too!
I knew I’d learn a lot moving out to Mora. It’s already been a lesson in staying balanced while holding conflicting emotions. I’m sad to leave and excited to go. The decision has been made many times over the years so, despite not totally believing that we’re actually doing this, I guess we’re set. My mountain is waiting for me!