She escaped from Madison Ave. to a ranch in Jacksonville, OR by way of Tennessee. She needed to be more in touch with her food- her cows, her chickens, her potatoes. She butchers by herself in the kosher way. (From her words)
Oh, she has a dream. Down a dirt road from her homestead is an old rickety inn. The rooms large enough only for twins beds and wash tub. The one bathroom is shared by all. She desires making this inn a “roughing-it” holiday for the affluent circa 1800s, Rockefeller, Morgan, and Carnegie class.
Guest will take stage coach rides to remote bluffs; dine on linen covered tables complete with fine china, crystal wine glasses and perfectly cooked steak from the fire just feet away. Her Wild West experience would provide hold-ups buy outlaws and trades with the local natives for passage. From her vision, I need not imagine, it was right before my eyes.
Sue is girl who right in the middle of living that dream.
Chris
5/7/08
