After arriving in Seattle and driving across the state of Washington, we ended up for the night in Idaho, south of Coeur d'Alene. Bright and early the next morning we got up and set out to start checking out the long list of houses that I'd compiled.
Our first stop was in Cougar Gulch, a neighborhood not far from where we were staying. There wasn't any snow on the ground when we left the hotel, but when we made our way northwards we started seeing more and more, especially when we started climbing the road that led to the house we were searching for.
Our poor little rental car (with no chains, snow tires, or 4WD) was no match for the road conditions when we neared the house, and we had to leave it at the bottom of a snow and ice-covered road and hike the rest of the way. My boots weren't gripping the ice very well, and about 1/4 mile up the steep road I started having problems keeping my footing. I was watching where I was stepping when I saw a fresh footprint in the snow, a cat's paw print as big as my hand. I guess the neighborhood was aptly named...
At that point I handed the Flip video camera to Hubby and told him to knock himself out; I'd be waiting in the car. My mama didn't raise no fool. I skidded back down the hill as fast as I could, threw myself in the car, and locked the doors. Silly, huh?
This is a very quick peek at the house that Hubby had to look at without me. It appeared to need a good bit of work (more than we wanted to do) and looked like it had been vacant for quite some time.
We left there and drove past the next house on our list. It was still occupied so we couldn't go inside; I think it was on five acres with a couple of barns. It was pretty, but just not what we were looking for.
The next house was nearly an hour north of Coeur d'Alene, not far from Sandpoint. It was much further out of our comfort range for distance if Hubby wanted to commute to work in Coeur d'Alene or Spokane, but we decided to take a look anyway. I had loved the pictures that I'd seen of the house and was dying to see it in person.
Lots and lots of snow; but the roads were pretty clear. We had no problem getting up the steep, winding roads to the house and when we drove into the clearing in the forest and the house appeared, we were struck dumb. It was everything we'd been looking for. Here's a peek:
The house was locked and we were house-hunting without a realtor so far, so we peeked in all the windows we could reach and walked around the property. While we were nosing around it started to snow lightly, and I was hooked.
The next two days we looked at house after house--every one on my list--but none could compare to the house on the lake.