My wife owns some acreage just below the summit of a 4,200-foot mountain near the North Carolina/Virginia border. We've daydreamed for some time about being able to build a cabin there. Maybe something suitable for us to retire to when we're finished working. Or maybe just a weekend getaway.
With a big writing payday becoming a possibility, we drove up to the place today to look it over. It has been a while since we were there and we just felt the need to walk around the property. We looked at some decent building sites. And the place reminded me more than a little of the north Georgia mountains where I spent my teenage years. This place is only one-tenth the acreage of the huge chunk of land my dad owned; and the forests are a little different, owing to the much higher elevation and the more northerly latitude. The feeling of being at peace is the real deal.
Best of all, this land is relatively isolated and is composed mainly of cove hardwood forests. It's a nice place to be. My son and I saw a deer as we were walking through the forest. Carole missed seeing it, but we got a pretty good look. This was rare, since it's hunting season and the deer are wary just now.
Carole, Andy and I climbed up to the ridge line and looked around. We sat on a high slope and wondered what it would be like to have a cabin not quite at the top, looking out on just the trees rather than the horizon. If we build near the summit, we'll have a world class view, looking across a vast distance toward Mount Rogers, the highest peak in Virginia. We'll have a lot to consider should the opportunity to begin building finally arrives.