[yooper accent]psyaaaahh… skidooooo![/yooper accent]
No, really, February isn’t the best month for moving, but what the hell? We’ll be there for the sled dog race that starts in downtown Marquette, as well as some pretty damn good skiing. My prediction is that I’ll ski about a gazillion more times every year in MI than I do out here in CO, where everyone thinks the skiing is great. Yeah, it is, if you are either rich or a ski bum, and can afford to live near a ski resort. For the rest of us, it involves getting up at 5 am to be on the road by 5:30, spending 3 hours in traffic on I-70, skiing for a day, then reversing the “stuck in traffic” part, only this time it’s 4 hours.
The hill ain’t as big in Marquette, but it’s 10 minutes away, and the lift tickets are cheap.
Plus, as BunnyGirl said, we’ll get snow machines!
I’m also rather psyched to get back to the small town thing. I mean, just in buying this house we’ve seen so many of the great things involved. The second time we looked at the house, we had no fewer than SIX relatives in tow, all looking to give us advice. From looking at the pics on the walls, my Dad figured out he knew who owns it - the nephew of a guy who Mr. Athena and my Dad had gone 4-wheeling with a couple days before. Dad calls guy, we get the scoop on the house. Meanwhile, we’re using the same real estate agent & bank my brother just used to buy their new house, so we know they’re good people. The small-town bank is giving us a mortgage, even though Mr. Athena has been self-employed only 1.5 years, not the two full years that the big banks want, and I have no job.
Everything’s cool in a small town. 'Specially one where you’re related to half the people.
(Note to dopers: remember this thread when, next year, I start posting pit threads about how much I hate living in a small town where I’m related to half the people.)
