My previous post was on this hot spot. Big Sky? Uh. No. Small World is more like it. Turns out that my father and stepmother know the owner. Gregg. My new BFF.
Gregg was kind enough to invite us up for a visit.
On the drive up to the cabin I had my toes crossed and my mace ready just in case he had some notion to knock me off over my (barely) flip post. Thank god there were too many witnesses as Gregg and his lovely wife had arranged a picnic up at the cabin for friends. Whew.
Gregg helped me make sense of a very unique and incredible property. It turns out that one of the guys who invented something to do with Nike Air (not details I retained) built this cabin on the edge because he LIVES on the edge. He used to HANG GLIDE off of his front porch.
HANG GLIDE OFF OF HIS FRONT PORCH!
Gregg gave me a quick tour. The cabin is decorated perfectly. Here is the little kitchen. Small but bigger than Manhattan-style.
Hide curtain detail. LOVED!
Dining room outfitted in a set from Old Hickory via Whispering Pines in Red Lodge. Cupboard original to the cabin. New paint and horn hardware.
Powder room. Vintage fishing creel to house the tp.
Which led to...
Outdoor shower. Where a snake wove through the grass straight across my toe.
I screamed liked a big fat baby. Big fat city slicking baby.
We headed back to town after a very nice visit with Gregg and his family up at the cabin.
We were all just crazy about the place...and we think they should keep it.