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Yesterday dawned with us feeling a heightened anxiety, anticipating the accomplishment of finally signing closing documents. We had been in this position twice before. We were told that everything was in place and prepared to proceed. That was good to hear, but that’s also what they said the other times. It failed, now, to offer much in the way of comfort.

Both Cyndie and I had needed to negotiate additional time off work to be available for Tuesday’s signing. If it didn’t happen then, we would be in an extremely difficult situation, having pushed the graciousness of our employers as far as we were comfortable pushing.

Finally, around the ten-o’clock hour, we started receiving messages about the closing on the sale of our home in Eden Prairie. Our interests were being represented by our realtor, in our absence. Once that process was over, we just needed a document to be sent to the title company and lender for our Beldenville home.

We puttered with small chores, and then took our daily walk, under gray, misting skies. When we received word of the required documents being sent, it was beginning to feel as if this essential accomplishment was within reach. We gathered up everything we figured we could possibly need, including Cyndie’s laptop computer, to provide contingency for any issue arising to foil our plan, and headed to the town of Ellsworth with plenty of time to spare.

This was the culmination of a very long process, starting most tangibly with our decision to list our house for sale last winter. That triggered a need to hire some contractors to fix drywall, repaint, and install fresh carpeting. Then came a summer-long period of showing the house to potential buyers. We had a quick flurry of activity for a week of purchase agreements at the beginning of September, leading, ultimately, to an agreed upon closing date of October 18.

An insane last-minute batch of delays had pushed that closing to 5-days later than it was supposed to happen, and led to some major hassles in many people’s lives. Now we were just a few miles away from finally getting it done, once and for all.

Since we had time, I pulled into a gas station to fuel up the vehicle. There was no display on the pump, so I searched and searched for the trick to bring it to life. Then a clerk came out of the store and reported that they couldn’t provide any fuel because the power just went out. A woman at the pump in front of us said she had just come from the grocery store and they were out of power. I looked around and noticed the stoplights were out. Someone hollered that the whole town was without power.

Really. The entire town of Ellsworth has lost power, just minutes before we were to finally close on our new property after a 5-day delay. Really?

Another practical joke from the universe? All we could do was laugh, but we wanted to cry. I had to make an effort not to cry.

Not knowing the extent of the problem, we headed to the title company office down the street. We were prepared to sit there, in the dark, no matter how long it took. Luckily, that small-town pluckiness forged ahead regardless. They moved us to someone’s desk near a window, and sent an employee home, where she would be able to print the one critical document we needed from her email, and then return before we were done signing all the other paperwork.

We have officially bought the farm, and we are calling it, Wintervale Ranch, with a nod to the farm in my family history by the name of Intervale Ranch, and our love for all things winter related, including our dogsled expedition to Wintergreen Lodge.

Believe it or not, we were almost done in by a squirrel. That’s the report that surfaced in a post by the Pierce County Herald [edited to break link to article because the online page expired. A squirrel was killed when it got into some electrical power station equipment, which cause the power outage].

Written by johnwhays

October 24, 2012 at 7:00 am

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  1. Congratulations on Wintervale – talk about ‘Always Coming Home’.

    Ian Rowcliffe

    October 25, 2012 at 5:55 pm

    • Thank you! And doesn’t home feel the best? Cyndie and I feel so very ‘meant to be’ here!

      johnwhays

      October 25, 2012 at 10:21 pm

  2. Can’t wait to see this place in person… It just gets more special every day! So glad you’ve documented so well! I’m not sure anyone could believe this tale otherwise!!!
    Congratulations farm owners!!

    Mary

    October 24, 2012 at 4:57 pm

    • Thank you, thank you. It is very rewarding for us to receive the positive feedback that confirms our impressions of how special this place is. I still haven’t found a way to do it justice in pictures. I will keep working at it.

      johnwhays

      October 24, 2012 at 10:33 pm

  3. I feel we’ve also ‘officially’ taken possesion of our Winterzona home! Our new bed arrived yesterday so we have now slept in our new bed, eaten on our new dishes with new silverware inside our new home!! Still so much to move from the RV to find a place for – didn’t expect it to be such a big project!
    We continue to live interesting parallels…. no critter incidents here tho (we do have wild burro droppings on a nearby empty lot)!

    Judy

    October 24, 2012 at 10:05 am

    • Speaking of ‘wild’, we think we heard coyotes last night. Cyndie said we will need to get a dog to protect our horses. I reminded her that we don’t have any horses, yet.
      First one to get all their stuff put away in their new house, wins!

      johnwhays

      October 24, 2012 at 10:31 pm


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