Squatters' Rights on a Cold Mountain

The truth is, we really don't have any business living in this house. We've lived here for six months and Dave and I still have daily anxiety that someone is going to call us, tell us there has been a terrible mistake and we have to leave.

We get to live here because:

1) I'm very lucky (we've already talked about this).

2) My husband is very smart and well versed in foreclosure real estate.

3) We aren't afraid of buying a house sight unseen at an auction. (This part is untrue. I am terrified of buying a house sight unseen at an auction. My husband is made up of stronger stuff. I've never been closer to a full blown panic attack as I was that day.)

4) We weren't deterred by an overgrown jungle lawn, hoarding squatters, and truckloads of junk to be hauled off. You're welcome, Deseret Industries.

5) We aren't morally opposed to bribing squatters to leave.



Ever since I read Gone with the Wind I wanted a house with a name. Now I have that though it might not be the one I would have chosen. Chris Bennett named it Cold Mountain. It stuck.

This is the view from our front yard. That's Mount Si.

 Our backyard patio. Another view of Mount Si.

Our backyard in the fall. See that fence at the back of the property? It opens up to.....

...this. Yep. Just when you think Cold Mountain couldn't get any better. That's the Snoqualmie River in our backyard. For weeks the kids ran around screaming "We have a river!"

Jerry was up last week. He tried his luck fishing in our river.

This is how Cold Mountain got its name.

 We are so lucky to live in a place this wonderful. We are grateful for it every day.  

Cold Mountain is open to all visitors!