I love, love, love the old-fashioned wooden street signs here, and these antiquey-looking sleds that are affixed to a garage nearby.
This is the house we're living in. (Not much to look at, I know...) The ramp in front was built for the previous tenant, who was a paraplegic skiier. Our "yard"? Not a wide expanse of soft green grass for Jack and Casey to play in, but a lot of gravel in which we park our cars.
This is on the walking route that Casey and I take several times a day. The path runs right by our house and leads downhill, into town.
I love, love, love the old-fashioned wooden street signs here, and these antiquey-looking sleds that are affixed to a garage nearby.
This is the house we're living in. (Not much to look at, I know...) The ramp in front was built for the previous tenant, who was a paraplegic skiier. Our "yard"? Not a wide expanse of soft green grass for Jack and Casey to play in, but a lot of gravel in which we park our cars. 
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