Chapter 2: Familial Leanings

Valleyview turned out to be about 90 minutes from the airport and it was what I assumed most of the places too tiny to be called a town with a straight face must look like. The river was to the north, travelling south from that you had a collection of trailers, followed by a lot of tiny houses (I’d guess 4-6 rooms each), the main road, and then the mountain. The houses on the mountain were much larger. I’d guess they were 3 to 4 bedrooms in those. There was a pub, a water tower, 3 churches, and a post office. All the houses were set in rows, except for an old yellow one.

The yellow house was my destination. Where the other houses on the hill were set in tiers the yellow house was set in a flat next to a small cliff. There was a lower gate that evened it out with the house on the where the main house set, but near the road to the top of the hill there were a series of parking spaces that were where another house would’ve normally been. The upper gate was just off those space and there was a raised wooden walkway leading to a screened in wraparound porch. The lower level had one that was unscreened as well.