First few months in Colorado

Before we moved into our current home (photos from previous post), we had to survive what we lovingly refer to as "the crack house".  A beautiful log cabin on 12 acres.....shared with nutcase neighbors and weed-smoking tenants that lived below us.  The stench floated up to Riley's room around 7pm each night.  

Me:  "how do you know what that smell is?"
Riley:  "mom, i rode the metro in santa cruz during summer camp each year"
Me:  "right, fair enough"

Luckily we only had to live there for a few months before we moved into our favorite home of them all (lucky number 7 in 15 years).  

Fresh from the aiport, finally home

The Crackhouse

I do miss falling asleep to the sound of Lightner Creek

Riley packs his lunch, no rules at the crackhouse

Sad excuse for a workout room

Halleluia that we found this place when we did