Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
“I know, but Cornelius thinks we should have a legal framework in place so there are no surprises down the road,” she said.
She looked down at her lap, her fingers moving faster against the silver band.
“He says the cost of living in Colorado is becoming unsustainable for a family with our current overhead.”
“You have a good teaching job in Denver, Bula,” I said.
“The district is facing budget cuts next term, and my contract isn’t guaranteed past June,” she said, her voice dropping.
I looked past her shoulder toward the northeast corner of the cabin, where the shadow of the roof met the grass.
Cornelius was standing near the foundation wall, holding a small yellow notepad and a metal tape measure.
He paced five steps along the concrete footings, stopped, and wrote something down in his pad.
Then he looked up at the rim joist, tracing the line where the sill plate met the treated lumber.
“What is he measuring?” I asked.
