This morning, at roughly 10 am local time, marked the triumphant return of the man to the land of his birth. After being gone for a year and a half, only being able to come back for one short visit eleven months ago, he finally got to be truly home. So far today has been about only two things, food and business, but tomorrow he will have the freedom to go all the way up in his beloved mountains, and for the first time in our entire lives, he will get to go up to his own land in those mountains. Triumphant return, indeed.
We came here to close on the mining claim that he is picking up for a song. We thought it was not going to be official until tomorrow, but when he went to the notary today for a few minor details, he ended up being able to sign all the closing documents a day early. It's really ours now! He isn't amused by my asking for a metal detector for Christmas. He keeps rolling his eyes and saying that there isn't gold lying about on the surface. If we wanted actually to mine this property, it would take tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment and a crap ton of high explosives. As Lord Percy said, in the Money episode of Blackadder, "I like a challenge!"
Now that we are finally here together, and starting to think in terms of what is next for us, we've been looking at what it would take to move back here. What would we have to sell and how much (or more accurately, how little) house and yard could we afford? Would we rent while we waited for the Park to sell? I showed him a corridor where I'd like to be, and the part he said he liked happened to be my dream location in the county. Unfortunately, getting anything there, even if it were up for sale, would require me to suddenly find steady income for my writing, or maybe just sell a short story and buy a hundred lottery tickets with the proceeds (and THEN get lucky). I believe the man's exact words were, "it takes a lot of money to go broke farming in Boulder county." I'd still like to try, if I could call that farm home.
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