Frolicking in the Foothills
You arrive to waves of little surprises. The welcome wagon was led by their ambassador, Bo, a large gentle German Sherpardish inquisitor, and I assume approver, a sniff to pass muster, although I suspect her standards aren't that imposing, soon followed by our host Peter. He was expecting us since we 'wired' ahead our ETA (gotta love our tech). Peter earnestly suggested the 'su Casa' sentiment, as we began to be taken into their home. The welcoming committee was lastly joined by Marley (yes, think Bob), Bo's companion, a rescued diamond in the scruff, who turns out to have a soul of gold (it’s in the eyes). This grey wired-hair terrier seems to be the moral support and unquestioning affirmation of whatever Peter or Bo have to share with us. We are told we will meet the better half and partner of our host, Catherine, in the evening. She is participating in what becomes apparent, one of the many and frequent week end crafts fairs. She bares the mantle of the ‘creative’ spirit, although as we are led on a tour of the grounds, it becomes apparent that both Peter and Catherine have both infused their creativity and spirit in every cranny and facet of the Casa. Before leaving for town, we had the tour. Everywhere we went softly beckoned us to look closer, at the story behind each detail of the grounds, the home, the décor, the beauty, the philosophy; you can’t help but breathe enchantment. It’s not grand, ostentatious, or out-of-reach. Rather it’s warm, homey, detailed and inspirational. I asked my wife, “why aren’t we living like this?” They have several places to stay, an in-law unit known as the ‘Casita’, and two rooms in the main house. We’ve stayed in both, each with their own charms. We have been doing reconnaissance of the area for a place away from the bay area, with proximity to Tahoe. I’m almost positive we’ll be paying Catherine, Peter, Bo and Marley another visit. I would love to be there in the snow, surrounded by seasonal trimmings, possibly enjoying another movie in their marvelous home-built home theater (the sound is tremendous), and to wake up to a healthy breakfast on their beautifully hand fashioned cement kitchen counter top (another story) of fresh coffee, yogurt and flax, scones and we were lucky to have freshly tree picked pomegranates. I’m glad they are there the next time we feel a need to be close to the mountains, a home away from home. Something good is being created there, and I’m glad they have wanted to share it.
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