It all started with an evening at home, bored with TV and my book, roaming around on the internet browsing real estate finds. A jotted down address, a casual mention of it to Kevin with a reply of 'well lets go out and look'. An hour long Sunday drive, coming over the hill and around the curve past the lake, the disappointment in the house we were looking for and the moment the angels started singing and the sun came out when we looked down the road and both said 'What is THAT?" THAT was this, the Bass Lake Schoolhouse, inhabited as a school from 1904 – 1944. Currently searching for someone, us, to find it, love it, save it. This blog, then, is about that.
Like every good schoolhouse, we now have a chalkboard to keep track of our lessons. Or in our case, our assignment list. These are the ‘we should get these things …
It was bound to happen, and one night it did, just like the song. A bear has found his (her?) way to the schoolhouse. I’m calling him a him, although …