Discovering Crestline Before I get into my main subject, I have to say that I really hated turning 47 this week. I’m not like regular people who get depressed with the decade milestones like 30, 40, 50, 60, etc. I have no problem with those. It’s the sevens that bug me—27, 37, 47. It’s a psychological thing. In one day I’ve gone from being in my mid 40s to being in my late 40s. There’s just something about it that bums me out every ten years. But what has cheered me up was last weekend, driving all over Crestline looking for houses that were for sale. After having lived here for nearly six years and covering stories for nearly a year I thought I had been on every street in Crestline. Not even close! Maybe by sometime next month I will have been. I highly recommend checking it out. There is so much diversity in our neighborhoods among houses, landscape and light, and you can get great ideas for what to do with your own house. Plus, if there is an open house somewhere, you get to walk in, snoop around and see what they did inside. I was surprised at how many people live on dirt roads in Crestline. These dirt roads aren’t out in the boonies either; they’re smack in the middle of huge neighborhoods wherein all of the other roads are paved. There were some dirt roads in neighborhoods above Crestline that I couldn’t take my wife’s Subaru down for fear of bottoming out. That would be fun in the snow. People there had tiny houses and giant SUVs. If you go into some of the old San Moritz neighborhoods, it’s like a maze, except you don’t get to look down from above to see how to get out because you’re stuck in it like a mouse. I should have brought my little eTrex GPS unit with me. Or better yet, somebody should just put a big block of stinky cheese or an open bottle of Pilsner Urquell or some other skunky beer at the nearest intersection with San Moritz Drive and I’ll sniff my way out. I guess I could have brought a map, but where’s the fun in that? It’s also hard to judge a house by its cover in Crestline. My house, for example, looks like a tiny one-story cottage from the street. From the back it looks like a medium-sized community hospital. We asked one seller how many bedrooms his house had, because his house looked pretty small from the street. He said it had five bedrooms and three baths. I walked through one house that was for sale, which I always thought would be huge inside, but I felt like my shoulders were brushing both walls when I was walking around in there. There was a big house for sale in the Skyland area that now has a sweeping view of the whole valley below that it didn’t have before. Some people wanting to buy from down below might have a problem with the view that’s directly in front, but it wouldn’t have bothered me. I would rather have land around me that has already burned than to be sitting in the middle of a stand of brown trees. It was just a little out of my price range. The kids get a little more excited about moving when we’re driving around looking at houses. However, every time we get back to our driveway, they go on and on: “Now here is a really nice one! This one looks like it’s just perfect for us!” Then they start going over all of the amenities again, and I just have to patiently listen.
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