First, we drove up. I followed the Penske moving van the whole way. Want proof -- here is what I looked at. the whole time. in traffic. in rain. every moment of the trip (which took 24 hours -- about 7 longer than normal).
Then there was the tree that we needed to move so that we could get the truck down the dirt road to the cottage. Ross ended up breaking out the chainsaw to cut it so that it would fall... remember, at this time we all were a little tired and cranky. To say it involved some tense moments would be an understatement. I just sat in the car. My big mouth wouldn't help matters very much at all!
We got to the cottage -- and moved in the truck full of crap and spent the rest of the time unpacking, organizing and over all enjoying the beautiful cottage we can now call ours (well, the banks until we pay it off... but you know.)
We are thinking about naming it "The Kremers' Tree House," because with the huge windows, being on a bluff, etc makes you feel like you are in a tree house. Do you think it fits this beautiful place?
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