The Years Go By
Over the next few years, we visited often, enjoying having the barn there to store a cooler, chairs, and tools to let us work on the next build project…seven sections of buckrail fence. Because the ground is so hard and uneven, a buckrail fence seemed like the easiest and most attractive fence to build. It is very horse safe, too. We found a wood products company that custom-cut notched fence posts to the height you wanted and bought the bark-on posts and rails from them. To get them to our land, we had to leave our rental car at a Budget truck rental place, drive the truck to pick up the logs, drive them up the mountain, unload them, drive back down the mountain, return the rental truck and then get our car and drive back up the mountain to start building. We borrowed our neighbor’s power drill to drill holes for the bolts that would connect the two crossed posts that would make the ”a” frame at the end of each fence section. We realized that because not all the logs were the same diameter, we needed as many as four different length bolts to connect them. Because we were ready to collapse by about now (unloading the log posts and rails was heavy work) we decided to stop after the comedy of trying to get the first section to stand up by itself. Just imagine the sway (it looks like a swingset!)
A trip to Lowe’s the next day enabled us to get the remaining bolt hardware. We found once you got the first section to stand without falling over, it was really quick to add other sections to it. When all was done, we had seven 12 foot sections of gorgeous buckrail fence along our road frontage and on either side of our driveway. Now we just need about 70 more and the horses won’t be able to run away!
Until the summer of 2011 when we moved to Colorado, we visited many times, finding little stuff to do and always wishing and hoping for the day it would truly be “home.” When we finally escaped Chicagoland, we rented a beautiful house on a golf course in Loveland, Colorado, which is only ten miles from where our land is. The honeymoon with our adopted home state still goes on. After a year or two of transition, we were planning to look for a builder when the flood hit in 2013. Because the roads that access the mountain area where our land is were destroyed or heavily damaged, many of those who lived up there had to be rescued by helicopter. The roads, which led to the tourist town of Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park, were temporarily repaired in a few months, but then went under a long siege of construction to complete more permanent repairs. It was not a good time to try and get back and forth to the mountain, much less get building materials and a crew up there, so we postponed our dream just a little bit longer.