Percy and Pluma loved their life on the side of Ruby Mountain. The surrounding scenery was inspiring, with forests, fruit trees, a free-running creek, and many deer and other mountain wildlife. Now they were living on the side of a real mountain, 8,848 feet high. By comparison, the Turtle Mountains north of Dunseith, North Dakota, where Percy and Pluma first met, are only a 300 to 400 foot climb above the surrounding plains.
The winter months were not easy, though; sometimes the Limbaugh family was their only company during those cold months. For entertainment, they listened to the radio and later watched television, and every night Percy and Pluma played Chinese checkers before retiring.
One winter there was so much snow that they couldn’t get out, so it was decided to start spending the coldest part of the winter in southern California or Arizona. They bought a small trailer they could hitch to their pickup truck that would provide indoor accommodation for cooking and sleeping.
During the summer months, Percy and Pluma enjoyed their garden and their raspberry patch, as well as daily visits with their grandchildren who they adored. They also enjoyed corresponding with their other children, and considering that Ruth, Edna Fern, Lyman, and Bob lived with their families as far away as North Dakota, Saskatchewan, Arizona, and Washington, Percy and Pluma had a surprising number of visits from them and so were able to watch their grandchildren growing up over the years.
The life they had lived on Rock Creek was successfully transplanted for the fourteen years they spent together on the side of Ruby Mountain, from 1948 until Pluma’s death in 1962. Pluma died of congestive heart failure when she was approaching the age of 72 and was buried in an Enterprise cemetery. Percy was buried beside her 22 years later.