Category Archives: Colorado

Rest

Fall                                                                                  Falling Leaves Moon

Getting back to a rested state after hyper nights. Wake up in the night and there, flashing before my mind’s eye, not sheep, but possible problems: the underwriter’s crazy pants behavior after almost wrecking our financial system, insurers who might not insure, too much money siphoned out of our cushion for a bear market, altitude sickness, escaping dogs. You get it.

If not problems, then possibilities: a sauna in the new space, perhaps built in above the garage where my workout area will be? A reading room with the fireplace, our two chairs, the small oriental and lamps. Our couch, TV, laundry, bedroom and bath all on one level.

Black Mountain roughly as it looks from the study
Black Mountain roughly as it looks from the study

Nights outside looking up at the non-light polluted sky. Working through Ovid and Caesar with a view of Black Mountain across the way.

Or how about all the new work building an extended family with Jon and Jen, Ruth and Gabe, Barb (Jen’s mother.)? Figuring out birthdays and holidays, opportunities to see them all at various times. The not always smooth nature of family life.

Then, too. Those side trips. Staunton State Park is 19 minutes from our front door. Maxwell falls 19 minutes in another direction. Gold mines to explore. Vintage railroads. New places to listen to jazz. New Mexico. Utah. Wyoming. All close.

See how a guy might lose sleep? Still, I need the rest. And I’m very glad to be returning to replenished.

Good Vibrations

Fall                                                                               Falling Leaves Moon

Whew. Third moving estimate. This one from A-1 moving, found on Angie’s List. Fred seems like a straight up, customer oriented guy. If his price is right, we’ll probably go with him. Refreshing, like our mortgage consultant Valerie Fischer he treated us as adults. Business is easier if everyone does that.

As you come into the Denver airport from the Frontier gates, there is a long exhibit on craft beers. How much Denverites drink. Most in the nation. How many kinds. How brewing works. Actual labels and bar pulls. Some history. It struck me as odd. Then I read an article about cities to which young college educated folks are moving. Denver’s in the top three. What’s one of the things this demographic gravitates toward? Craft beers. Ah.

Now the vibrations of Colorado have begun to invade Minnesota. We’re talking to Colorado bankers, realtors, insurance agents. Family. We’re moving, in our heads, our furniture into 9358 Black Mountain Drive. Considering how to fence the property. Where to keep the dogs at night. The slope has definitely tilted toward Colorado and Minnesota has begun to recede. Not in all ways, and not forever, but it’s receiving less attention now.

 

 

 

On where the midwest ends

Fall                                                                                        Falling Leaves Moon

 

There is no doubt that the 100th meridian has geographic, population and climate significance. But, for this Midwesterner, these real distinctions, though remarkable certainly, don’t truly spell the boundary for the Midwest. No, for me, the Midwest stops at the Front Range, that wall, that barrier of mountains that sit astride the 40th latitude. Here the rural heartland (and its own emigrants) and immigrants from various parts of Europe washed up against the intractability of the West

The 100th parallel runs through it: Cozad, Nebraska. The 100th meridian is significant in the U.S. for two quite distinct reasons. The first is that it marks the line beyond which land receives less than 20 inches of rain per year. On the other side of the 100th, in the rich agricultural heartland, lie the areas in the U.S. with abundant rainfall.

The second and related reason the 100th parallel is significant concerns U.S. population density. Many areas of the West fall into the lowest population density category: 2.5 people per square mile. As this website points out: “Low precipitation, poor soils, and rugged or mountainous terrain have discouraged more people from settling in these areas.”

Drive or fly across the 900 miles from Andover to Conifer, Colorado and these distinctions become self-evident. Over the weekend, as I flew back and forth the ground beneath me grew browner as we went west. Browner or shades of tan or gray. Also, the number of circles, like the foot-prints of circular footed aliens, increased. In one area I counted over 100 contiguous irrigation circles. They reflect the unyielding climatology revealed by the map above and the inevitable water apocalypse that awaits the last drop of the last aquifer that makes up the vast Ogallala.

Here is the population map. As you drive toward Colorado, the green farms of southern Minnesota, northern Iowa and eastern Nebraska give way to feedlots, cattle ranches and irrigated fields. So, in these two ways, the Midwest, it could be said, ends at the 100th parallel and the West begins.

At the Front Range the just awakening colonization of large arid West collided with its native inhabitants; then, propelled by rail and mining interests, crashed over the mountains themselves. Ranches large enough to sustain the cattle business, mines sunk deep into the living rock, railroads powerful enough to conquer the elevations and snow created the raw energy, but the lifeways of the Midwest, those who would grow things, start cities, industry, build schools, those lifeways came along past the 100th parallel.

Though the Midwest may begin to fade past Cozad, Nebraska as the high plains become drier, its cultural influence remains strong in Colorado, at least through Denver and its metropolitan area as well as the I-25 corridor of Colorado Springs, Longmont, Greeley, and Ft. Collins. So it could be claimed, and I would do it, that the culture of Colorado is neither Western nor Midwestern, but a hybrid. Yes, the Great Western Stockshow has rodeos and many horse related exhibits, but it also has milk cows and chickens, rabbits and pigs. Yes, Denver has a blue mustang with its front legs raised outside its airport, but it also has bicycle paths, digerati, industry and a Federal mint.

At least that’s how I see it right now, from the Midwest.

And, Again, The Move

Fall                                                                                   Falling Leaves Moon

Second moving estimate today. Third tomorrow. Sent documents to mortgage consultant via fax. Used a bar coded letter that they provided. She couldn’t find them. When I told her we’d used the bar code, she said, “Oh. That puts them directly in electronic docs. I’ll look there.” Things can go astray several different ways.

Down to Sears Outlet to buy a new stainless refrigerator to replace our faithful refrigerator which has worked without incident since we bought it 20 years ago. When considering fashion, functional takes a distant second place. Not for me, but then we won’t be here to see how this works out. A good deal though. A $2,200 refrigerator for about a third of the price.

It’s all moving, all the time. Push, push, push since we’re shooting to close this deal on October 31st. No slack in getting things done. When this is over, if we finish by that date, all this will have been worth it. Right now, in the middle of it, it feels like I’ve descended into a whirlwind of legal documents, decisions needed right now.

And insurance. There’s always insurance. Conifer is in the Colorado red zone, a high risk area for wildfire. So, niche insurance. Which =’s expensive insurance. Have to insurance to close. And so on.

A Quickie

Fall                                                                                              Falling Leaves Moon

It was a quick trip. Out Friday mid-morning, back early Sunday morning. But I got to spend time with a mortgage banker and time with the new house.

When there’s a lot of details to sort out in something, I focus, a form of move-stupid, and become almost affectless, plowing through things I don’t like to do, but things that stand between here and there. Getting all the particulars of a mortgage application sorted out is a steady drip of correct dates, dollar amounts, the right forms not the wrong ones, doing things on a timely basis. That’s an example.

Going through the house and the matters necessary to make it our home. Better, but still preliminary to the desired end result of a living there. In both of these cases it becomes difficult for me to remember, journey before destination.

Been contacting fencing contractors. A top priority for us is dog containment. That’s a sine qua non before we can take our furry friends to the mountains. Boy, are they gonna be surprised.

Checking out the mountain trails, the waterfalls nearby (Maxwell, upper and lower), the Arapaho national forest that starts within two miles of our new house. Driving through the funky mountain town of Evergreen, realizing that we will be living where many people come to relax. Better yet.

More details and faxing and promising and committing tomorrow. There will be a time, perhaps sooner than we imagined, when the move will drop off as a posting category and Colorado will replace it. May it come soon, but not too soon.

 

Whorl-less

Fall                                                                                      Falling Leaves Moon

Back in the  business center, still unrecognizable by my own computer. I’m saving fixing it until I return to Minnesota.

Forgot to mention yesterday the no-fingerprints woman. When my laptop wouldn’t recognize me and I needed to do some work on the mortgage, I called Valerie, our mortgage banker and asked her if I could come to her office. And I did, driving through southern Denver to her office in Greenwood, an Edina close suburb. Gotta love that Garmin.

When I got there, I had two surprises. First, she was a pleasure to work with, the first time I’ve encountered such a person in the Wells Fargo system. Second, when I explained to her that my own computer wouldn’t recognize my face, she said something surprising, “I don’t have any fingerprints.”

? as the spanish say. Her family is “one of 50 in the world” according to her that are born without fingerprints. She showed me her fingertips and sure enough they continue the smoother skin of the more proximal joints.

She has to have a security clearance by the FBI (money-laundering) every six months. They come in and she says, when about to be fingerprinted, “This is not gonna work.” The reply, she says, is always, “Oh. It’ll work.” Then they have to an old fashion manual clearance.

How about that?

Today it’s off to Black Mountain Drive for the inspection. Jon, who recently completed an extensive addition to his own home, will be along to advise me.

 

Who Is That Guy?

Fall                                                                                          Falling Leaves Moon

Writing this in the hotel “business center” because my relatively new Lenovo laptop has a biometric passcode which uses facial recognition. It refuses to recognize me. Frustrating since when I try to enter the password it times out before I can finish. The perfect circle.

Anyhowl.

So I arrived in Denver and ended up spending all afternoon with a mortgage broker. So, I arrived back at the hotel, checked in, took a nap, got up and had some sushi, then decided on a whim to drive out to 9358 Black Mountain Drive. Night had fallen, but I had wanted to drive there straight from the airport but got caught up in the wonders of mortgage  banking software instead.

When I left Denver metro at a mile high the temperature was 57. By the time I reached Black Mountain Drive it was 38. It took 45 minutes to get there, winding up some chicanes, past signs for falling rocks, wildlife and national forests. When I pulled into the driveway, I could only see the house in the headlights, so I got out.

The quiet, even more profound than Andover hit me. I remembered then I’d wanted to to up there at night, for precisely this reason. But I hadn’t counted on the sky, clear and high, no light pollution, just stars. I knew I’d come home.

There are still a few things. Like the mortgage, for one. Getting it approved, though we’re far down that track. Fire insurance. Kate found some. The costs, which seem to metastasize. But even on the drive up I had a sense that this was a moment not for reason alone, but for adventure. We’ll absorb the costs somehow and have a third phase home for both of us.

Great job, Kate.

 

And, They Counter

Fall                                                                                Falling Leaves Moon

9538 Black Mountain DriveCounter-offer. This is the negotiating side of the transaction. It feels a little like punching with pillows strapped to the hands because the offer goes through intermediaries. The feedback is dulled by the process and flattened. It becomes coarse, too, without as much information as, say, haggling in the market in Marakech.

But, it is a counter and the terms will probably get decided in the next few hours. Then, I’ll go out, see the inspection report, the property, Kate will get all of our financial info to the mortgage banker and soon we’ll have a closing date. In the dollars and cents of it all we’re going to have to spend a good bit more than we figured, not for the house, but for the whole move. That, however, says more about our experience (virtually zero) of interstate moves than it does about the service providers. Moving our life to a new location is expensive.

Then, probably in January, we’ll move.

Oh, my.

 

More

Fall                                                                                       Falling Leaves Moon

A guy is here disconnecting our generator. They moved it into the garage for packing.

Ron from Metcalfe moving (Mayflower) came to do an estimate. It was about twice what I had guessed. Sigh. We’ll get three quotes but I imagine it’s going to be in his range.

We await news on our offer. The owners of 9358 Black Mountain Drive have until noon Mountain Time to respond.

And, of course, Gertie, our hypervigilant German shorthair barks the whole time though crated. This, with a little sleep deprivation, makes the whole experience lively.

Too, Jon and Jen are not happy with the location of our new home. We’ll discuss the process of our decision more when I see them on Saturday.   Ah, the joys of a major life change. All this will recede into the past in a few months, but right now, I feel a bit frazzled.

Some more sleep will help.

Closing In

Fall                                                                                      Falling Leaves Moon

Oh, boy. The scout has found a house. And we’re going to put in an offer tomorrow. Proposed closing Nov. 1. Wow. Don’t know yet when we’d move, too new and we’ve got the  current owners feedback on our offer to get yet. Here’s the address: 9358 Black Mountain Dr, Conifer, CO 80433. This is well south of the Idaho Springs area where we had focused our search, but it’s still at 8,800 feet which was a key feature we wanted.

There are, of course, issues. The primary one for me is finding an insurer who will rebuild our house if it burns down. I’ll fly out tentatively on Friday, see the property on Saturday with Jon and return on Sunday.

Kate’s very excited and I think she’s right. This house has no yard to maintain, existing beds for a small garden and good sized work spaces for both of us.

Conifer is west and south of Denver, instead of straight west, so it will not serve as a way 9538 Black Mountain Drivestation for the skiing. It’s about an hour from this place to Jon and Jen’s. Jen’s worried that we’re going to be too far away since we’re moving out there to see them. She doesn’t understand extended family. I grew up in one and know that having the in-laws around all the time isn’t something either the in-laws or she would really want. We’ll see them all on holidays, birthdays, school events. The kids will come out and stay with us. We’ll go over and stay with the kids from time-to-time just as we’ve done from here. (that’s the house)

The important piece for us that this is our new life and we need to be able to make it independent of them, even though having their help as we age remains something we hope will be possible, yet still a good ways off.

It’s exciting to see Kate’s trip prove fruitful. We’ll see how the dance goes on from here.