So my neighborhood is named after this old ranch that was one of the first homesteads in the area. Now, it serves a very different purpose – it’s a historical landmark on the golf course and it houses the ski resort’s signs (a photo of this will come soon). There’s something about the juxtaposition of this old barn sitting in the middle of multi-million dollar homes and paved pathways that I just love. A reminder of the past? Of how far we’ve come? Or of how we live with nature? Back then it must have been hell living in this climate. No down coats, no heated driveways, no seat heaters in cars, no cars, no Sorels. Just wool and lots and lots of snow. Every time I walk by here I wonder if I would have hated that lifestyle, or if the beauty would still have made it worth it.