When Dad does it, they attach themselves to the action like the little barnacles they are
Pointy end to pound in the snow
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The pole is at least 20′, it’s impossible to get it vertical by hand, especially up a built up snow bank.
We finally had some decent snow to build a fort. I know I’ve reached new heights, because for the first time in 20 years of silly projects, Nicole asked me how old I was.
Our land as we bought it surrounds a small parcel with a house. A nice person lived there and we never worried about it. But she passed and we inevitably started wondering what may happen to this small parcel, it’s close to everything we built. The right people on it would be awesome, the wrong ones terrible. To make a long story short, we approached the family when it was polite to do so and inquired about it. They were just as nice and we soon agreed on terms. Their ancestors owned pretty much the whole hill, now subdivided into many many parcels with many houses. It’s nice to go the other way a little, and it’s nice to not worry about what may happen to this parcel. Not only that, but there are now no parcels close enough to us to bring any worry. We’re very lucky to live in a neighborhood with awesome people, and with more than enough buffer between them and us :).
We acquired the nice person’s house in the process, it is very run down and will most likely be demolished when the time comes (a mix of respect, resources, and knowing what to do with it). I heard rumors that it may be the oldest house in our village, and that it has an incredible stone foundation. we don’t feel like going in just yet, it needs a bit more time.
This adds 2 acres to our land, and we’re very glad to be done with the paperwork.