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.
So now that winter has officially set in – over a foot of snow blanketed the school on Monday – it’s time to start dreaming. I’ve got too many ideas …
Up. The steel posts went in, and the floor went up (a scoatch). Up. Anti-bat boards went up in the front stoop. Down. To protect it from the cold …