Back in 2012, we were just visitors to the ranch we now call home.
There’s something special about this place. These fields. These trees. This land. I didn’t know Grampa Brown when he bought the original 40 acres back in the early 1990s, but I often wonder if he ever thought his little slice of heaven would become a family destination?
Before making our official move, we visited as often as we could. It was nice to experience a simpler, quieter, sometimes hotter (than Colorado) way of living – even if it was just for a week or two. After every visit, as we drove out of town, my husband would declare that someday we would live here. And each time I would feel the excitement and fear that came with the thought of leaving the only place I knew to be home.





It wasn’t until Colorado was in a seller’s market, and probably a whole lot of divine intervention, that we were finally able to make our move – maybe a little quicker than we expected. We bought our original 46 acres, .08 miles from Grampa’s front door, practically neighbors. And, we were lucky to spend two years with Grampa Brown before he lost his battle to cancer.
My husband got his wish, to own Grampa’s property and continue raising cattle. And, now, when I drive out of town (for groceries or kid events), on the same road we took back to Colorado, I smile when I think about my husband’s declaration. After living here, I understand why he wanted to move back. It’s the quieter, simpler, and absolutely hotter (than Colorado) way of living that makes use feel whole. Plus, now we get to entertain family visitors at the family farm, on all 141 acres.




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