Moving on up
When we first came to Ft. Morgan we rented a friend’s house that was walking distance from the beach. The next time we came with friends who we shared a house with just about a block or two from the beach. We kept coming back to that house or the one next to it in different configurations but always with another couple because of the cost of the house. But T kept saying she wanted to get on the beach and so I kept searching for an opportunity, but most of the houses were either too expensive or didn’t allow dogs. Then we got a tip from a friend who rented from a new site and we went to it and found this place – Valhalla we will call it because it is on the beach, two bedrooms, and just perfect for us and the dogs.
Never mind that we have to divide our long walks with the dogs between morning and evening so that one of us is with Tin – who will walk but a long walk is the equivalent of one sandpiper’s tracks in the sand. But here is where we find our repose, facing the water, the Gulf in this case, and white sand, and long stretches of beach. Pelicans are cruising by as I write this sitting at the kitchen table looking out to the ocean; yesterday T saw dolphins cruising by.
This is us stopping for a snack after missing the ferry:
This is our new place on the beach, where right now a huge orange and black butterfly is sailing by the window:
