Facing West Towards The Front Of House 

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Basement walls go up

Footings

They poured the footings.

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The Journey Begins!

Today we met with our builder to make the down payment on our new house and start finalizing plans. This means from here on out, there is no changing our mind without losing money. It's very overwhelming to me. On the other hand, it's also very exciting. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought we would own a new home. Projected move in time is the middle of November, 2005...approximately a year from the time we first moved to Spokane.

Looking at our lot from the north -- facing south. There will be another house in between ours and the one in this picture.

Looking at our lot, straight on...facing west. The trees will be our back yard.

Looking down Elton Lane to the south. Our lot is to the right in this picture. The area in beween the pine trees and the mountains is called Spokane Valley. You can't tell from this picture but you can see the city and at night see the lights.

Beginnings

Fish Anyone? 

Bulging Neck Muscles -- How Lovely 

Crappie -- A Holy Fish? 

Crappie -- A Holy Fish

My dear husband loves Crappie (pronounced craw-pee) as in the fish.  Says it a holy fish.  Oh.  So, we go fishing a lot and I have yet to see one.  Do they really exist and if they do, will I have an out of body experience as it's lifted into the boat?  If it's so holy, why would anybody want to anger the Big Guy above by snaring it with a hook?  Well, it finally happened.  I caught a Crappie.  I wasn't too impressed but I was anxious to see what all the hubbub was about.  Nothing much to look at.  It wasn't much of a fighter.  In fact, I wasn't even sure it was still on the hook as I reeled it in.  Joel fried it up for me on the camp stove in a little oil.  I tasted it on crackers.  Did I hear angels sing?  Nope.   Was there a heavenly glow from around the gutted darling?  No.  Did it taste good?  As my little brother would say, "Yup".