I am not a salamander, I am a Sierra Newt.
Ok, I apologize. I've been calling these little guys salamanders and they are not. So, today on our four mile hike around the Independence Trail I counted 48 of them, which averages to 12 per mile. The tough part is not to step on them. I've been cautioned to look carefully so I don't disturb the more serious critters (rattlesnake). It was cool and even sprinkled some rain so it was great weather for newts.
On the house search, back to looking again. I saw the house of my dreams today, we'll see what happens. It's a combination of urban loft and mountain aerie with galvanized metal siding, golden oak floors, light and space, love it. I'm seriously crushing on this house.
The garage doors:
So keep your fingers crossed, it's a short sale, which means months of legal wrangling which can come to nothing.
Peace
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