Grand Valley was where I spent all my summers as a child and early teens. Having family living near town I remember the house being built by my uncle and my dad on a small area of land. I also had the pleasure of helping weed/pick from a large garden every year. Always brought home fresh milk as well as bringing a large trunk full of produce home when the summer was over.
Feeding the chickens and egg collecting was one of my favorite chores , my biggest memory was the long bike rides around the country block ( I sure you know what I mean). The fishing from the long gone bridge and the many nights spending looking up in the skies to try and be the first to find life from another world.
Sadly now I only get up this way on day trips for a quick visit , life now slows for no one , as an adult time is precious and short....hopefully not to short that you won't enjoy a quick stop to smell the flowers and take in the sights.