Our only skyscrapers are pine trees that sing in the gentle afternoon breeze. There’s a creek that graces our meadow in the Spring and a nearby river that’s alive with riffles, rapids and an occasional eddy. Never much further than the end of the block are hiking and biking trails that wander aimlessly away, while little more than a cup of coffee away are ski slopes with legendary names and cross country trails that weave between forest and meadow. And then there’s Tahoe, that alpine stretch of blue that owns the market on every imaginable adjective. In short, Cambridge Estates – this little sanctuary at the eastern edge of Truckee, California – is nothing short of heaven. It’s perfect. And it’s ours.