Back in 1999, Grandma Miller's New Horizons was a refuge for the ski bum, lost soul, or wandering nomad.  For me, it represented the end of a long search for affordable housing in Grand County.  After living in four different places over the course of six months, I was ready to find something more permanent.  Sure, it was a unique experience living with a Zappa loving hockey fan.  Then there was the time the FBI stormed into my house to apprehend a roommate for fraud.  The best situation might have been living in a furniture-less house in the back of Fraser. 

Yet, when a friend offered a camper to me, I took it as an opportunity to ask Darcy about parking my new home at Grandma's.  At first hesitant, she agreed to let me live there until her brother arrived later that summer.  Then, my new camper was sold without me knowing about it.  Again, without a home, Darcy let me move into the pumphouse.  Fortunately for me, her brother decided to remodel the Queen, and my life at Grandmas began in earnest.