Misty Meadows

The Black Hill of South Dakota have a certain magic all their own.

The crew. Building a house the old fashioned way, with family.

The sawmill. Even Norm doesn’t have one of these.

It was snowing heavy when we got up one day. Three days later it was still snowing. 4 1/2 feet later I could barely see the tractor. You can live on canned peaches for only so long.

The first structure on the property was a surprise birthday present that was lovingly  restored, delivered and installed by my parents. They can never know how much this gift was appreciated.

Have an auction, sell everything you own, and move to California.(the first time we moved to CA)

The house looks small from the top of Grandma’s Mountain

Some history and views on life from the stories page relating to this place: