While it’s close to the water, it’s not what I’d call my dream location. The dream would involve a view of the mountains all around me with a wide creek that could be seen from the kitchen nook. A place where fall thrives so much that it’s nearly a year round event but still has a good enough climate for vegetable and flower gardens to flourish. And isolated enough to where it takes a good hour to run into another person. Wherever that is. If it even exists.