magic {to me}

On the way home from our bed & breakfast we were visiting over the weekend, I spotted this gem along the roadside.

Gem you say?  Of this “piece of crap,” falling down house?  Absolutely….at least to me.  I am addicted and almost feel magnetized to old abandoned stuff.  This precious little house was no exception.  It was literally 10 feet off a main (very fast moving) state route.  I was immediately smitten with the thoughts of its former visitors, and the people who called this humble dwelling home at one point in time.

This stone was about 200 yards from the house….

The history…the thought of what it has seen…everything about this place intrigued me.

The welcoming front door…just watch out for the trees on the way in.

It was the perfect day for this….super windy and dark skies. The house seemed dead to me, and this little guy was one of the only signs of life.

Restroom anyone?

“Awww, Brett come here! So romantic -a two seater!!”

today, we explored.

My Dad once told me, “I think you would be content with just a rock on a mountainside.”

(logged that away as one of the best compliments I have ever received.)

My Dad was right, as long as I have this mountain man by my side.  Oh, and I guess those 4 kids we have, my bible, and a warm cappuccino.

Then he’s right. ;)

Brett and I visited our favorite bed and breakfast last weekend.  And as we always do, we took some time to explore around and see what we could see. It was extremely blustery outside, but the air smelled so fresh.

Tomorrow I will post one of my favorite finds.  :)