Just by chance

Stepping back 4 years to when the idea of moving first came about, it really was just by chance. Many years ago my husband declared that he had no interest in moving unless we could have a view of Camel's Hump. For those of you unfamiliar with this distinctive mountain, the knobby peak is part of the Green Mountain range and easily visible from I-89 and many Stowe and Waterbury locations.

Close friends in Waterbury Center were concerned about the future of their neighbors' property, 120 acres of private land with a large house and pond, and were struggling to find a way of protecting it from development. Many years earlier a developer had plans for at least 17 lots and even built a road through the woods to access these new sites. What he didn't figure on was the amount of ledge present and the difficulty of installing enough septic capacity for such a large project. Soon the plan was scrapped and the old farm was mercifully left intact. But now the owners were aging and ready to sell.

Could our friends, another couple and we, purchase the whole together and divide it 3 ways and thus control it's destiny? An idea was born! In the end we bought in with just our friends and then partitioned off about 18 acres for ourselves.

The site is dramatic, perched on a wooded hillside surrounded by rock faces and with a stunning 270 degree view to the south that includes, of course, Camel's Hump. To fully appreciate the view many trees will need to be cut or trimmed providing many years of firewood. Included in our parcel is a share in the large pond and walking rights to the remaining acreage.

That first winter we started clearing for the house site and the driveway. Regularly we took walks in the woods and felt connected to this new property even though there were some moments when we questioned the wisdom of our actions. Our Sterling Valley property lacked for nothing, except perhaps a main floor bedroom for our later years. Should we remedy this and stay put? But no, the excitement of a new house in a new neighborhood, still close to Stowe and yet more convenient to Burlington, was tantalizing. We began sketching some ideas. How steep a driveway could we manage, to have the house site we wanted?

How much blasting did that involve? Where was the barn/workshop going to be? How could we build a house with the least amount of impact and still have our view?
Gradually our plans took shape and our new home was just around the corner, or so we thought.

Marketing our property

It was now time to go public! First, oodles of photographs were taken and edited, showing booklets and brochures were prepared, web pages were created and following my own advice, we decluttered, staged and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. We ended the long term lease that we had had on the guest house, refinished floors, replaced appliances, shampooed rugs, bought new bedding and towels, removed many personal items, weeded the gardens, resurfaced the driveway, filled the flower pots and mowed acres of lawn. We were ready!

After every showing we had, and there were many, our hopes were raised, at least momentarily. Buyers are generally kind, making positive comments and showing interest even if the house was not exactly what they were looking for. Some came back for a 2nd, 3rd and even 4th time but ultimately as the months and then years wore on we became discouraged. We kept reminding ourselves that there was the perfect buyer out there somewhere and in the meantime we could continue to enjoy our very clean house and beautiful land.

At the two year mark we thought we had the buyer and all indications were that an offer was forthcoming. We started to make plans. Even knowing how tenuous all deals can be we still wanted to believe that this was going to be the one. Until this point we had only sketched out our ideas for the new house and had barely looked at them in the preceding 24 months. Now we were poring over them nightly. It was exciting.

But it was not to be! The potential buyers fell by the wayside and we were back to square one and not even any the wiser. This real estate market is not for the faint of heart. The ups and downs, hopes and disappointments take their toll on even the most seasoned sellers. We were in it for the long haul and were able to be patient, but sadly, not all are as fortunate.

Another year and another buyer came and went before the new owners of our property finally surfaced. On November 3, 2011 we handed over the keys to a wonderful family with ties to not only this area but also to our family. They are indeed the perfect buyers and worth waiting for.

Moving on

Our house of 35 years was a Federal style, 5 bedroom with full attic and basement. We had bought the land with the farmhouse, built around 1860, and a couple of barns, back in 1976.

First the existing house needed renovation before my mother- in- law could be lodged there and then we needed a house for our growing family.

With the skills of my husband and the huge amount of sweat equity from us both, the house was built on a shoestring, and over many years. Even as we completed parts of it, changes were being made as the demands of our family necessitated. The mudroom was too small! Ski boots, mud boots, ice skates, snowshoes, gloves, mittens, hats, heavy jackets, light jackets, and so much more, for five, already filled every available cupboard and closet. And then there were the hockey players! If you have lived with hockey players you will know that gear has to be spread out to dry daily and even then the stench of sweaty gear is almost unbearable. Did I mention that I was one of the hockey players? So the mudroom tripled in size and we kept going.

By the time our 2nd daughter was married the house was finished and we were ready to downsize. By chance, an opportunity presented itself, to buy an 18 acre wooded lot near our friends in Waterbury Center. Not an easy site to build on but very beautiful and interesting, with rock formations and potentially a huge southern view. We jumped at it. Not quite sure what we were going to do next but never ones to waffle for long, we were soon planning our new home.

But first things first! Selling a large property in a down market certainly has it's challenges. As a Realtor, I know the fundamental rules: condition and price equals value. Even though we had continued to maintain the property through the years there were still some major components that needed replacement. The roofs had neared the end of their lives, the windows were far from efficient and the septic systems for both houses were functioning, but questionable. All were replaced over the next few months and we were ready to go to market. It was 2008!

Nearing the end of our trip

Our last full day was spent more on shore than usual. First a quick dinghy trip to a new resort on Scrub Island where, as the name suggests, the terrain is challenging. The developers have had many missteps along the way, at least 2 of them going bankrupt, and any private home owners who might have been in on the first round have long since departed. The hotel is lovely and looks complete although not well attended from the looks of the empty lounge chairs around the pool. Partially completed houses are scattered along the primitive road that circumvents the island with only an occasional worker present. Is this lack of money or interested buyers or both we wonder? It may be years before the resort is complete.

Next we motored across a short stretch of water to Trellis Bay, our final destination. It is Kitty's birthday so we headed for town and a celebratory lunch. Crab salad followed by local gelato and chased down with 'painkillers' perfectly fit the bill.

Back on the boat Frits had one more segment of stitching to complete on the wheel. As he set to the task the rest of us relaxed in the cockpit to watch the sun go down

Tomorrow is the eighth day and so time to return home. Having this time to relax and enjoy friends is like a tonic for me that sends me forth with renewed vigor for my professional life and my private life. Maybe if I was here for longer I would slip into the retirement mode and find it difficult to regain my energy, but somehow I don't think so. I enjoy what I do as a Realtor and I plan to continue as long as I can. More time for family and travel is in the future but for now, having just sold our house of 35 years, we are beginning a new phase of our lives - building a new house.

Marina Cay

We arrived in Marina Cay around noon and tied up to a mooring just before the rains came. Instant showers are not uncommon in this area but today the wind has picked up forming whitecaps on the normally glass-like blue seas and the skies are heavy with clouds. Some reading and writing time below was not unwelcome and some snoozed while waiting for the sun to appear again.

Snorkeling in the rain is not unpleasant at all but the colors of the corals and the fish are so much more vibrant when the sun's rays are penetrating the surface. In due time we donned the snorkel gear and set off for the shallow waters. Marina Cay is a popular place for boats during windy conditions so even while we napped many boats had joined us. Still more were circling trying to find empty moorings so with an ear out for rumbling motors we struck out bravely across the churning waters. It was not an easy swim into the current but best to begin that way while the energy level is high. Still fighting the current we swam along the shore line looking for treasures. The coral is very fragile and must not be bumped or stepped upon. Not always easy to achieve, I might add.

Kitty spotted an urchin shell discarded by it's former owner and in pristine condition. That's one to treasure.

Trunk fish are hard-shelled and almost comical in their appearance. Their bodies are triangular shaped and their tiny fins flutter constantly like little whirlybirds to keep them afloat. If you are quick you can catch them and hold their horny outer shell while you take a good look. On this occasion, the one I saw was quite large and several feet down so I didn't think my chances were good. Having headed into the current the whole way, our return was fun. With almost no fin action we were propelled along at a good clip but still with much to see. A large puffer fish appeared out of nowhere, schools of electric blue tangs all moving in perfect sync swam by and even the usually shy smaller fish were out and about feeding and spawning.

One more dash across the busy harbor entry brought us safely back to Mirage for an evening of barbecued chicken and ice-cream with the obligatory rum punches.
Ahhh the life of the rich and famous!

Back on Tortola

Another brisk sail to Tortola proved the new boat's speed and ease of sailing. With electric winches and furling main as well as jib, the brute strength sometimes needed to hoist these sails has been eliminated. Just as well at our age! Al skillfully eased the boat alongside the dock where we tied up, put up the awning and prepared to settle in for the night. As it turned out, a boat coming in from Bermuda (8 days on the open ocean) was in need of our place so we moved off the dock, danced around the many boats on moorings and ended up back on the dock. It was a good exercise in maneuverability.

Friday night is pizza night for a group of ex-pats either living on Tortola or their boats for the better part of the winter. Our hosts, Kitty and Al have befriended this group and often join them for a social evening. We tagged along and met new as well as old acquaintances for a jovial time. It was surprising how many had connections with Vermont and Stowe in particular.

The morning brought a few more small tasks and provisioning and then we set sail for Virgin Gorda. Once again Mirage performed flawlessly although the visiting crew managed to jam up a winch causing a slight delay in the action.

Mountain Point is on the west side of the island, a quiet little bay with no moorings but good anchorage. The only ones there, we dropped anchor well out from the rocky shore and swam in to shallower waters where the coral was spectacular and the fish and other sea life was abundant. It is hard to describe the extent of the variety of fish but suffice it to say that just when you think you have seen them all a surprise comes along. This day it was in the form if a shark! Nurse sharks are not aggressive towards humans but still it was more than 4 feet long, black and had the tell-tale fin on it's back. My heart missed a beat. As we watched, it swam slowly away from us into the depths not in the slight bit interested in us.

The spotted moray eel I spied within minutes, again not common, looked a lot more threatening. He quickly wriggled into a space under some coral with just the menacing end showing. Not a good idea to get too close. Reluctantly we ended our swim with the sun going down and the swells gaining size. With the boat rocking and rolling all night we moved on early the next morning.

Norman Island

Leaving midday for Norman, with sandwiches and beer in hand we made quick work of the short trip. With just the jib up and the wind behind us we flew across the water at a strong 8 and sometimes 9 knots. The boat was proving itself.

Norman Island is popular with many of the charters and private boats for its good moorings, abundant coral and fish life, and good hikes. We took advantage of all. The pelicans, seen from below with their round bellies and large webbed feet are quite comical. When they dive from 20 feet or so above the surface for a fish it is startling. The occasional tarpon swam by and in spite of their size were not in the least menacing. The barracuda, however, lurking just below us looked like it could have had us for dinner. Many varieties of fish and coral are present in these water and everywhere you look, and some places you don't, there are new creatures to see. Comparing notes after the swim we discover what different sets of eyes discern. Returning to the boat we were all thrilled to find a school of tarpon, perhaps 20 of these very large fish, just hanging out below the boat.

The stitching of the leather covering of the boat's wheel was showing wear from its previous owner so my husband, Frits, set about the task of restitching it. Having made moccasins in his hippy youth he is quite handy with the needle. The eight segments divided by the spokes presented a challenge in that with fewer days on the boat than sections he has to complete more than one section a day and only when the boat is at rest. He's on the third as I write. As the sun was going down we mixed ourselves a rum punch and climbed into the dinghy for a harbor cruise. Translation - 'let's go check out the other boats'. The charters hold little interest but our hosts had spotted friends across the bay. Semi- retired folk who spend 3 or 4 weeks at a time on their boat, Marion and Bob greeted us warmly and made plans to meet up later on Tortola. A small cruise ship was anchored further out so we took a lap around that too. Condo ships cropped up a few years back that appealed to some segments of our aging population. Older ships no longer useful in today's mammoth cruising industry have been converted into moving luxury apartments, each privately owned. This one is probably based in the Virgin Islands but there are others in constant movement around the globe. Cocktails and hors hors d'oeuvres were being served as we cruised by.

More snorkeling and hiking slated for the morning before moving on.