We've got the land, but they've got the view!

We only moved once when I was a kid. I think I was 7 years old. We moved about 500m up the road, but to a newly cleared lot, surrounded by trees and not visible from the highway. Conversely, our old house sat about 20m from roadside and had a single tree in the backyard. Every so often, we would find a bat hanging at eye-level or so, trying to sleep through the day…

What our old home lacked in privacy, in more than made up for with a great view of the shallow end of Sole’s Lake. And the rocky, forested hills that towered over the opposite end. And the sky – the sky was huge…

I have very vivid memories of the weather from that house. The living room picture windows – the last thing many unfortunate birds would ever see – framed our view of the sky and lake like a great theatre. I remember the northern lights every summer. I remember seeing great bolts of lighting stitch the horizon to the sky. I remember the eerie green, suffocating fog that would roll in after a storm, and the plumes of mist that would rise from the lake every morning. I remember watching rolling, violent, snowy storm squalls start at one end of the lake and be upon us in minutes. Etc…

Those were the days before we had cable. And internet. And privacy.