Mountain Grump

Tilda I have a new house. Well, new to me. Just like living in my own place on the top of a mountain, rather than in a city apartment, is new to me. But it’s mine now because my Great Uncle Jack passed away, and he left me his freaking house. In Colorado. On the border of Lonely Peak State Park. But that’s not all he did. He also left a series of letters. A scavenger hunt of clues that leads me ba...