My eyes are darting, bouncing, flitting everywhere at once as I pull up in front of what can only be described as a mountain-property wet dream. It’s wood and stone and has wide-span glass windows overlooking the view. A porch wraps around the entire length of the building, which sits low and elongated against a backdrop of pine trees rising steeply behind the roofline. This is no rundown old shack hidden away in the hills. What I’m seeing is a thing of beauty, designed to blend in with the landscape and not only that but it looks modern as all hell.
