This blog has been about my search for home and the dream of a log cabin. I found home in the Ozark Mountains. That was my first post. I've had a ton of posts devoted to real estate, that passion of mine. Always looking for that special place, just the perfect abode meant only for me. But knowing that what I really wanted I'd have to create for myself. There's no substitutes, but I sure wouldn't give up trying to find one.
I bought the two acres across the road. We got to building fast because after four years the lake house, as I call it, has sold. I'm very happy for the new buyers.
This is the work in progress. This will be a woodworking shop for John and a little two-story residence at the far end. Then in a bit we'll build a B&B-style log cabin.
I love it here and I don't want to leave. It's beautiful. I'm amazed every time I drive down the mountain. I like being in close proximity to Branson and Northwest Arkansas. I've never felt more comfortable and more at home in one place in my life. It's always been me looking out and wondering if the next place is it.
After toying with south of Little Rock and 10 acres in Omaha, AR (never posted about it) and coming back to the mountain in Cape Fair, I knew the right thing to do. I knew the right thing to do all along. Ever notice you know the right thing to do and then go about the craziest ways of getting there?
I love this mountain. I love Cape Fair. I love Table Rock Lake. I want to live here and I know it's the right thing to do.