Well, this is the last month I will be living at the Lucas House, the Ole Manse on Colorado Blvd in Idaho Springs, CO. I came here on January 21, 2015 full of trepidation at the thought of residing in a 143 year old house.
I have become used to all of the strange sounds and feelings emanating from this house. Just the other day a lady who comes to our Wednesday morning breakfast club told us that she knew the most recent former owners of the house and they recounted for her the many hauntings that took place there over the years. I told this lady I too can tell you stories even very recent ones that almost drove me out of the house.
That aside, I continue my hikes to Bell Mountain to work on the cabin in which I will be spending the winter of 2015-16 writing a book about my journey to Colorado. During my walks there I have become friends with a construction supervisor who is in charge of the "flaggers" who keep construction traffic safe while I-70 and County Rd 314 are being repaved and widened. He informed me that they have had lots of difficulty in hiring sufficient laborers and flaggers and wanted to know if I was interested in such a job.
I told him I would be as the cabin is almost finished and this way I could pay back Bruce Bell the money he spent on materials for the cabin. Plus, I would then have money to enable me to continue my walk across America. I could take the train to San Francisco and then walk across the country to the Atlantic coast. Then I could hop onboard the train back to Colorado and continue my ministry in the CO mountains.
So, I would be working the flagger job during the day and then back up the mountain at night to my one room cabin.
In other developments, Bruce advised that some or all of the 3 bears up on the mountain tore up his targets he uses to practice his shooting skills. That target was only 100 yards away from the cabin and right next to the trail I have to take to get to the cabin. Yikes!
I will have to hike up that trail when it's dark since I will be getting home between 5-7pm most days...if I get that job. Not looking forward to that...but it would be unavoidable.
Part of the reason I went on this journey was to conquer certain long standing fears I had. And, being out in a large forest alone at night on a mountain is one of them.
Right after I wrote that last sentence a large crashing sound from down below on the first floor of the house occurred. It jolted me. I said "now what" as I descended the rickety old staircase and found that one of the windows for no apparent reason literally popped out of its frame and landed on the wood floor of the east foyer but inexplicably did not shatter! So weird!
And last night my bedroom window shook violently as if an invisible fight was going on inside my room. I heard muffled sounds as well. Allen also heard this commotion.
I will miss living here but for sure will not regret leaving these spirits who inhabit this old museum!
We're hoping the cabin will be finished in a couple of weeks at which time I will move in. No water, electricity, WIFI, bathroom or any other conveniences we all take for granted. Yay!!
Nothing but beautiful nature, solitude and time to write.
Will be taking over Adult Sunday School at the United Church this Sunday. Had my third rehearsal for the upcoming Melodrama in which I play Bob Faithful the hero of the story, Goodbody's Gold. Performances last 2 weeks starting mid October. Tickets are $15 and benefit the school district.
Gotta to go to the cabin right now and continue work on the gables and the roof. Then I will be "chinking" the areas between the clapboards.
Grace and peace (Shalom) to all.
BR Schoenbein
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