Jobsite

Jami and I insulated the upstairs and half the down today. This was our late afternoon view from the ground floor lakeside deck. The mountains are ten miles away.
Out here there’s a web of dirt roads that snake through the sage between mountains and ranches, abandoned barns and square watering holes. And there’s one that runs along that far lake shore which will take you clear to Lakeview, 74 miles away: Makes me want a dune buggy bad.
Makes Jame want a gun (strictly for cans, you understand).
One more check and we won’t owe a cent. Got a line on possible new jobs here when this one’s done; restoring and remodeling the old inn, will keep posted.