Sunday Walks

After almost 3 months of living out here, the chill has subsided and we are finally getting to enjoy the reason we moved out of town. Sure, those morning drives to school and back can be rough, not to mention the quick run to the store to pick up something you forgot does not exist any more, but on Sundays I am in heaven. There is nothing more peaceful than just walking down your dirt road looking at animal tracks, throwing big rocks, all with a view of a giant granite mountain.

Its funny how when you are not in town you get to actually know your neighbors. We know three different neighbors already, more than we knew in any apartment or house we ever lived in. Sad....but the truth. Too bad no one has kids. One neighbor of ours has an archeologist for a friend and on their property found a collection of arrowheads, a whole bucket of pottery pieces, an old Indian sewing needle, and some sort of tool used for chipping something made from rock. He told us that living on a hill like we do, we probably have stuff all over our property, and told me to look.Well the kids and I went out and found out that all of our rocks pretty much look the same to us, and that we know very little about how to find Indian artifacts. We do have a big plastic bag of miscellaneous rocks that the kids collected if anyone wants to see those. :)

Taylor and Colt

Our house from the back