Owning a little piece of land for a weekend getaway has been a dream of mine since I was a little kid. How, where, and how big was to be determined, but I always knew it would be later than sooner. Things didn't always go as planned. At 21 I took in a little girl as my own and also had a pregnant girlfriend. I knew me and her wouldn't work out so child support would be a major factor in buying my "ranch" Well I ended up with full custody of the baby, and as you may have seen earlier this week, adopted the first little girl. A 30 year house note would also slow down my purchase. Along with lots of other things, my dream seemed to become more and more exactly that, a dream.
Me and dad were shooting the bull the other day and I said something about wanting to buy a little something and he had "that look" on his face like he had something up his sleeve.
False hope, he didn't mention anything. The next day I stopped by to help him work on his airplane a little and he told me to go inside, his wife wanted to talk to me. Kind of weird, but ok. I go inside and and after a little small talk she tells me that her and her sister inherited 22 acres with a camp house on it in the woods about an hour and a half up the road. IM ALL EARS. She has already talked to her sister and she is willing to sell me her half for almost nothing, less than you could buy a used side by side, ALMOST NOTHING. On top of that, my step mom is willing to give me 5 acres of hers. That is 16 acres for ALMOST NOTHING. On top of that I have full run of the place, "treat it as your own". She just wants to keep 6 acres and the camp in case I ever decided to sell, she would still have a little something. I knew, I knew that look on dads face. So I basically got 22 acres with a camp house for almost nothing. This might not sound like much to some, but to me it is my little slice of Gods country. There is a lot of work to be done and it will be a slow process, but I've got a lifetime to play with this place. It needs a name, and I need ya'lls help with that.
Anyhow on to a few pictures. This is a satelite pic of the place with the camp outlined
This is the camp house as it sits
The kitchen
The living room from each end
And the bedroom from each end
So bear with me as I fix up my little place. Btw today was the first time I saw it, and I jumped a deer about 30 yards from the camp house.
Me and dad were shooting the bull the other day and I said something about wanting to buy a little something and he had "that look" on his face like he had something up his sleeve.
False hope, he didn't mention anything. The next day I stopped by to help him work on his airplane a little and he told me to go inside, his wife wanted to talk to me. Kind of weird, but ok. I go inside and and after a little small talk she tells me that her and her sister inherited 22 acres with a camp house on it in the woods about an hour and a half up the road. IM ALL EARS. She has already talked to her sister and she is willing to sell me her half for almost nothing, less than you could buy a used side by side, ALMOST NOTHING. On top of that, my step mom is willing to give me 5 acres of hers. That is 16 acres for ALMOST NOTHING. On top of that I have full run of the place, "treat it as your own". She just wants to keep 6 acres and the camp in case I ever decided to sell, she would still have a little something. I knew, I knew that look on dads face. So I basically got 22 acres with a camp house for almost nothing. This might not sound like much to some, but to me it is my little slice of Gods country. There is a lot of work to be done and it will be a slow process, but I've got a lifetime to play with this place. It needs a name, and I need ya'lls help with that.
Anyhow on to a few pictures. This is a satelite pic of the place with the camp outlined
This is the camp house as it sits
The kitchen
The living room from each end
And the bedroom from each end
So bear with me as I fix up my little place. Btw today was the first time I saw it, and I jumped a deer about 30 yards from the camp house.
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