We recently visited some property in Central Oregon that my family owns. It is high desert country covered with juniper trees and some gorgeous views. Parts of it are flat and covered with sage brush. But it has a strange, rustic, quality to it that makes ya' think about an old western movie.
The problem is that there is no power, no EMS, and at this time no water, on it. In the early 1960's when my uncle bought the property they drilled a well shaft on one piece of the property and came up with nothing, except cold air constantly blowing for the last 40 plus years. All of the people we have talked to say that this could only be caused by moving water.
We just found out that the EMS problem may be being solved soon too. It is real cow country, and that means horses. We didn't see a single bad looking horse in our travels. And that includes the local horse rescue facility. We are hoping that things keep going well, and that we might be looking at this as a possible home. We aren't holding our breaths. And if it doesn't work out in the near future we are still looking into the south of Oklahoma, or Texas.
Our travels and our dreams, and the recent loss of loved ones, have made us realize that we need to get on with our own lives. And that means building a world of our own making. And for me that means horses. I may not be able to ride like I used to, but I still love 'em, and love to be on them for a quiet walk through the woods or down a trail.
If this property works out I hope we will have visitors to come join us for a time on our rustic homestead.
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