Oh Boy...

J and I have finally succeeded in talking ourselves out of Old Goat for various reasons (the most obvious that we can't get financing for it), and have whole-heartedly agreed that it was Providence that kept the deal from going through. And then today we received an email from the owner offering to drop the selling price by 52 G's (I feel so gangster writing $52,000 like that). Really? After two weeks of analyzing every single negative aspect of the property in order to feel OK - no, good - about losing it? After yet another 850 mile weekend trip up there to look at a dozen different places?
We just sat and stared at one another for a good minute, not knowing what to say. Does one laugh or cry in this moment? We didn't know, so we did both. And now we're back on the sofa in front of our computer screens, pouring through the one hundred something listings we've been pouring through for six months now.
Someone please tell me there is an unofficial "selling" season, and that it is coming soon. In the meantime, J is looking up trailer parks. I'm not joking. He is moving north May 1st come hell or high water. Or should I say, come our own property or Dirty Dave's Dive Park.

But no matter what, this scenery (and this is just a shot from my car on the highway) keeps our spirits up and keeps us reminded of what all the stress is about: