We bought a piece of land the other day, 10 acres on the
edge of one of those little, up and coming, central Utah towns. Nestled between high mountain plateaus and
the red rock desert with easy access to the National Parks, the San Rafael
Swell and Lake Powell this town is making the transition from cowboy – ranchers
to cappuccino - bookstores. We just liked the place, the people and the
future of this town. We looked at little
houses, subdivisions and plots in town but felt overwhelmed and claustrophobic
by the prospect of more home maintenance, building contractors or
neighbors. We stepped through the gate,
onto our new land and felt liberated by the great wide-open, vistas in every
direction, treeless western freedom.
There was even a horse head placed on an anthill, used as a natural
depilatory . A working ranch, I thought.
Lots of lava rocks, a little sage and mostly little bunches of native
grasses holding the red sandy clay together.
With water and power and a new paved road in the front, the lot is
developable, the realtor told me. How
many units I inquired. Well, 40, I
guess, she said. We had to laugh. We started to imagine a house right in the
middle, or a couple of houses in a communal cluster of friends and relatives as
we ran around and kicked the dirt. What are you going to do with it she
asked? Nothing I replied, for a while.
Just let it be.
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