The Country Mice

This househunting business take courage and stamina.

Should I go for space?

Should I get a view?

Should I live in a trailer and have both?

One must slog through forest primeval, pushing aside pine, cedar and arbutus trees, locking eyes with the white-tail deer that will share one’s property and one’s un-fenced vegetable garden (move over, coyotes — I have a new Enemy No. One). Rocks must be climbed, streams must be forged, vistas must be scanned…

Oh, the vistas.

One stands on a deck and looks out at this. That’s right, it’s not an unfettered view of the ocean and there are certainly better ones to be had.

But if this were the view from a breakfast table —

Wouldn’t you be thinking about where to put the guests?