Burning The House

Vacant house

When we purchased our property on Log Hill, this house greeted visitors as you came up the driveway. Long lived in by only cats, mice, squirrels, and rats, “house” was not the word for the structure anymore. Since we’ve taken out many other barns, structures, and trash, taking out the house was the last major piece of the cleanup. Since fall has finally arrived and the fire danger has passed, it was finally time to tackle the project. We started with a propane torch near the back of the house and waited.

Lighting the house

Sprocket was not so sure about this latest project:


Forrest decided that his fire in the back of the house wasn’t going fast enough so he moved on to the kitchen. That seemed to work quite nicely and within minutes, the whole house was ablaze.

Starting the fire

Rolling fire


The smoke plume was rather impressive.



Smoke and flame


Fire tornado

About an hour later, the house was reduced to just the stone walls and chimney. It’s crazy how fast a house will burn!

Family photo

No more house

House fire

A Moment

Laying on my bed, reading, I pondered if I’d gotten too much sun laying out among the trees that afternoon. A little pink, I decided, but it’d be fine.

Unexpectedly, my lazy pup, leaped to his feet and ran to the door, just sitting. He settled in, laying down and staring intently out the door.

Sprocket looking out the door

I had a sneaking suspicion, we had some furry friends outside. I smiled to myself, proud that my dog doesn’t chase animals.


Sure enough, my buddy and these guys were just watching each other.


It’s those little happy moments that let me know I’m doing something right.



Have you had one of these moments recently that just make you smile?

Burning The Dugout

Next to the very unlivable house on our property, was a small dugout shelter. The dugout had collapsed sometime within the last couple of years and wasn’t worth salvaging so we decided it needed to be among the first things we cleaned up on the property.

Collapsed dugout

Collapsed dugout

Burning the dugout created a nice deep hole that is perfect for burning brush and old lumber we find around the place so there really isn’t an “after” picture yet. I did, rather, have lots of fun taking picture of fire.


Fire through wood crack

Sprocket was helpful as always:

Sprocket with fire

Dugout on fire

Dugout on fire



Burning the dugout



Cleanup Begins…

Buying a new property always involves a some work to make it what you need it to be. If you’re picking up properties on the cheap (as we always do) there’s always an element of imagining what things will be like once we’re done cleaning up. We’ve been hard at work and I should have some “before and after” posts coming for you soon! For now, here’s some shots of what we’re up against:

Scrap metal:
Scrap metal

Old tires:

Piles of wood:
Pond, pre-cleanup

Random cross-property fencing:
Fencing and garage

Old outbuildings:

3Up Adventures: Gettin’ It Done, Part 2

Just when I thought our Jeep-Scamp-ATV trailer was a bit much, we moved everything that we had left in Idaho in one trip. It was a long drive but we made it despite a tire blow out on the trailer 80% of the way home.

Loaded van and trailer

Loaded van and trailer

As it turns out, everything we own can fit in the Jeep + ATV trailer and the van + pickup box trailer.


When 3Up Adventures announced back in November that we were taking to the road, we could hardly have expected that we’d have three different travel vehicles within six months. There was no expiration date to our travels but we knew that we wanted to eventually settle in one place again—we just didn’t have any idea where that would be.

When Forrest and I left Moab about three weeks ago we checked out some of the more remote parts of Southwestern Utah. We were supposed to be staying at “lower” elevations and planned on going to Gateway, Colorado but at the junction of US 50 and CO 141, we were struck with mountain fever and rationalized that Ouray (and Silverton and Ridgway) was only a couple of hours out of our way. We’d been wanting to check out SW Colorado for a long time thinking it might be one of the places we’d be really happy.

We got to Ridgway and I fell in love. It reminded me of Switzerland. 14ers everywhere! Exploring! Hiking! Brewery! Distillery! Young outdoorsy people walking around! Friendly people!

Fast forward three days of us bumming around and we started shopping for property. (Because there’s no time like the present for decent prices, right?) Browsing Zillow semi-jokingly, I found 40 acres with mountain views for a what seemed to be a pretty good price. We called the listing agent and arranged to meet her, rationalizing it to ourselves as “just to check it out, probably wasting her time.” (This didn’t stop us from spending hours researching public records on the property.)

The next day, we walked around the property and realized that it didn’t just have a view, it had The Views. To the north, we could see Grand Mesa, to the northwest the West Elk Mountains peaked over a ridge, to our east was Cimmeron Ridge, and to the southeast and the south are the San Juan Mountains. As our tour of the property came to a close, we glanced at each other and took a deep breath, we wanted to put in an offer.

Log Hill Mesa views

After the usual ups and downs of real estate offers, contracts, and closing, as of last Friday, it’s ours.


Buying more property this soon isn’t what we had in mind when we left Idaho but sometimes the unexpected things are the best!


(So yes, I was totally messing with you a little bit with the Where To Live post Friday.)