Being in Beulah.

Boy oh Boy.  What is a family to do when its members grew up running wild through jungles and fields of green and then find themselves rocking the subdivision (albeit a lovely one)? How do they reconcile childhoods drenched in water with Colorado's semi-arid climate?  Can they nurture the need to be part of something bigger than the daily grind? Well . . . 

Enter 8900 Squirrel Creek.

Imagine navigating a road that meanders through a pastoral valley not too far from home (1.23 hours)and arriving at a bridge, constructed in 1916, that crosses a small creek, setting you at the edge of a once-loved farm. Did you notice the "for-sale" sign tucked into the knee-high grass?  We did.  And then we exited the car and explored--not to far mind you, but enough to feel the peaceful energy of possibility.  Maybe this is the place.

With this new home away from home (or project away from different kind of project), we hope to test our ingenuity and knowledge of all things necessary to living as sustainably as possible given our situation.  The great yet requisite bonus is that we need not pull the kiddos away from their personal realms of existence to serve our own needs, but instead we can share our love of a more simple lifestyle with them and ideally create a natural love of labor?  Or is that labor or love?  Only time will tell, but we hope to keep you posted with words and images of the many escapades and challenges ahead. Perhaps Hunter and Emmett will contribute . . .

The view to the south from Squirrel Creek!

A rusty wagon wheel is one of many relics from the good ol' days, to which we hope to return this land.

The gate leading to our wee farm.