Dad's place. That building in the lower left is his "garage" but it's got a bed, stove, fridge and a bathroom - so it's where I stay when I go down. Even if he does keep his four wheeler parked in there *grin*. The little room on the back is his "meat room" with the same saws you'd see in a deli. And a big drain in the floor. Just sayin'. A little gritty... but it sure is pretty :) And you should see it at night with a billion fireflies and not a mosquito in the county. Amazing.
And this one is down the hill from dads - this is gonna be my new home. Complete with root cellar. A project for sure, but how fun. I like that house 'cuz it gets the morning sun and this pic was taken from dads porch. Not too bad for a drunk ol boy that can't read or write and only went to third grade. And I'm as proud to be his daughter as I can be.