The cabin on the rez, where we got married, had a baby until baby turned eighteen months , then it was time to move to town, more room, closer to stores and banks and friends.
We have rented it out ever since, to some good , some not so good renters, usually having to gut the cabin and renovate every time.
This time , however we have the best renters,
They bought paint on sale and cleaned up everything so nicely.
yes, they get rent free (which is minimal rent to be sure, always has been)...for the next couple of months.
This is the back yard.
Sheds where the Russians live,
eking out an existence, not sure how.
the old burn barrel still employed, and the wagon.
I do not miss living in the cabin AT ALL!
I want to sell but Mr. Man thinks he may want to live there again.
whatever, I am so over it.
When we moved there initially, there was a great 1940's restaurant at the point, as well as a grocery and boat launch marina. I worked at the restaurant for a time , it was old school.
The grocery and boat launch were handy .
All of it gone now, replace by tin sheds.
The native rose bushes have grown in thick and high obscuring the beach, our path gone.
Though the Rez itself has been upgraded, roundabouts, put in, roads repaired, trash collected, much more pleasant- it is a good thirty minutes from town, and floods on occasion. Nope, no reason to cling to this property. But then I am just a tiny voice....