The sun has long since set, and the rosy glow on Lone Mountain is giving way to a smoldering purple as I sink into my club chair and gather my thoughts to write this letter. A fresh snowfall blanketed the ski slopes yesterday, and the only audible sounds are the crackle of seasoned pine on the fire and the occasional clink of ice as I tip my glass. If it’s true that how we spend an afternoon is how we spend our lives, then our place of retreat – our shelter – surely must reflect that which we value and hold most dear.
For me, living in a log home is about more than the romance of living simply or the beauty of artistry in wood. For me, it is about appreciating where I am and recognizing how I got here. These walls were trees that were hand-scribed by someone who recognized and appreciated every curve, every knot. There is a tradition of craftsmanship visible in every stone detail, in the ubiquitous joinery, and in the way that the rooms flow into one another seamlessly. Day or night, the amber hue of the logs illuminates the room, creating a radiance that only Mother Nature can duplicate. I have chosen to dwell at the edge of a forest underneath the big sky. My home, my walls, reinforce that decision every day. And I am grateful.
Perhaps my own bias for log comes from years of enjoying the solitude and artistry of my own home. Or maybe it is my lifelong passion to handcraft heirloom properties. Either way, the fire is roaring. The beverage is poured. You are welcome here … come see for yourself.
Founder and Owner of RMR Group