Off Road Adventure at the Yellow House

We have a two-trek road that runs through the property for the adjacent ditch company. It’s a road to nowhere and every once in awhile—to my slack-jawed amazement—people will try to take it through the property to the lake. It doesn’t go to the lake unless they are willing to bushwhack over a barbed wire fence and given they boldly drove by a “No Trespassing” sign, this wouldn’t surprise me.

 

It would never occur to me to drive on land marked “No Trespassing” unless I was being pursued by zombies. Anyhow, it did occur to me to test out my new ride on the two trek towards the ridge. I wanted to see just what this fourteen-year-old 4×4 could do.

 

I’ve never driven off road in my life.

On purpose.

 

Luckily I didn’t break “Elsa” and we made it back to the driveway in one piece.

 

I’m almost looking forward to deep snow so I can run Elsa through the deep snow on the road towards the lake. I just hope Mr. C won’t mind if use the tractor to tow the Jeep back to the house after I get her stuck.

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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5 Responses to Off Road Adventure at the Yellow House

  1. “being pursued by zombies.” Holy crap, do I have to worry about THIS? LOL

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  2. Michelle says:

    I am so not brave…I don’t think I could have done it.

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  3. Cathy says:

    I love your blog, and the thought of a little yellow house sitting in the middle of beautiful nature. Oh, how you must love that. I’d love to know where it is. I think we all need at least 9 lives, because one of mine would be in an area like yours, one in a busy city, one on the ocean, one on a lake…..

    Loved your post.

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    • Laura says:

      Thank you! That means so much to me. It’s a labor of love–like most blogs–but I don’t really mind. The middle of my “beautiful” nature is a field pockmarked with prairie dog holes. But I cast my eyes to the horizon and see the Rockies to the west. I live in northern Colorado about 55 miles north of downtown Denver and about 60 miles south of Cheyenne. Loveland is a great little big town: a little artsy and a little ag. I agree with you, we need nine lives! I grew up with a lake house and lived in the inner city as a young woman. I’ve yet to live by the ocean and that’s a dream of mine.

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