Several months ago, my daughter was again invited to the river for a birthday celebration. The minute I dropped her off, I again felt that deep longing for the hills, woods and fresh water of my youth. I never dreamed in a million years that we could pull it off but still curiosity got the better of me and I started searching around just to get an idea of what it would take to have a small place on the river. A small place in the country wouldn't do, if we were going to make the plunge there had to be water running through my backyard again.
I found a small place and contacted the realtor. We were told the property was empty and we could drive up and take a look around. We actually ended up making a list of several properties. On our first trip my daughter declared that the first property we found was magical and came complete with the "Bridge to Terabithia" overhanging the water. We looked at several more properties and went home to talk it over with the family. Much to our surprise, we made a second trip with my husband to look at a few properties and then again with our older daughter. To make a long story short, after many months of negotiations, inspections, set backs and learning curves, we are now the proud owners of a small property on a dead end road on the Withlacoochee river. Now the real work and adventures begin.
The "bridge" from the river bank.
The view from the bank looking over the river.