My family's mountain vacation home. My parents purchased the lot in 1970 and had the shell professionally built. My dad did most of the interior work himself. We went up nearly every weekend for two years to work on it. My dad's handiwork is everywhere, including many of the clocks and other woodworking projects he made after he retired. Now that he's gone, this house means the world to me. In fact, I'm sitting in it right now. DH, DS and I drove up today to spend a week here. I'm doing a few maintenance projects while we're here. I'm committed to showing this place as much love as my dad did.