|13.6 acres, and none of it is lawn. Is this heaven? No, it's Datil. Close enough for now.|
|"7500 feet elevation calculates to 350° for ... forget it. Where's the raisin bran?"|
Don't be fooled by these fineries. This baby is completely off-grid. It's off-off-grid. It's okay. It's how I roll, when I'm not rolling.
I wasn't looking for this, but it was looking for me. It was market-weary, having been there for two years, and I was already road-weary, having been there not very long at all. It was a foreclosure, and being offered for a price that made some friends urge me to buy it on the spot. So, I offered half.
You know those outrageous ideas that don't feel outrageous, and the hard things that are completely easy, and the rough roads that smooth out ahead of you?
My agent is Marie Lee, and she made everything super-easy. I'd definitely use her again.
Assuming all goes well (and I always do), I'll close on Monday.
I won't be wintering here this year! I've got a beautiful beach in mind, I just don't know which one. Or, maybe a lovely desert. The world is my Spud-tent.