Around this time last year, my Dad noticed a property not too far from his farm hit the market. It was a small log cabin, built in the 1960's that was listed as a foreclosure. On a wintery afternoon, we drove the mile or so to check it out. At this point, I think my father already had it in his mind that he was going to buy it. He said he wanted to get my opinions on the place, but I think he was really hoping that I would fall in love with it and convince Anthony that we should move there. You see, my dad's dream in life is to have all of his kids and grandkids living within two miles of the farm. I told him it was a little too small and too far away from work for us, but I did fall in love with the potential of this tiny log cabin by the river. After some negotiating with the bank (which went like this: the property was listed for close to $80K. Dad decided he wouldn't pay a cent more than $40K, so despite rejections and counter-offers he just kept submitting the same $40K offer until the bank finally gave in and accepted it! This speaks volumes of my Dad's personality...) the property was theirs.
It will still be several weeks until the renovations are complete, but in the meantime I'm sharing a photo tour of what the cabin looked like when my parents bought it. Because I don't think any of us thought to take before pictures, all of these photos were taken from the real estate listing. In the coming weeks, I'll be sharing more about the plans and progress of the cabin, so stay tuned!
So, do you think we are crazy? Or can you see the charm hiding under all those years of neglect? Sound off in the comments below!