Rock Houses
I love, Love, LOVE the old pioneer rock houses that are out west, so when I was visiting relatives in central Utah in May, I drove around and took a few pictures of some rock houses. Luckily, there are quite a few of these little beauties that are being restored and they’re gorgeous.
While I’m showing you pictures of these rock houses I have a really fun story to tell you. Remember this red door that I posted as part of my May Photo Scavenger Hunt?
A few days ago I got a comment that said something like “imagine my surprise when I saw the red door on your post and realized that it’s the view I see when I look out the side of my house!” (Hi Bonnie!)
It turns out that Bonnie lives right across the street from this pretty little red door. Ohmygosh! What excitement. To think that we could have met that morning when I was driving around taking pictures of rock houses in her little town.
Several e-mails have ensued and I’ve been blogstalking poor Bonnie. I can’t help it. In my defense, she’s living my dream life in a rock house that they’ve beautifully restored.
You’ll really be in for a treat if you go spend some time at her blog catching up. Among all of her other talents, Bonnie is a wonderful cook and you wouldn’t believe the treasure trove of recipes.
I’m intentionally not showing a picture of Bonnie’s rock house — you can see it in her blog header. It’s adorable. Isn’t this little blog world amazing? It’s so fun to meet new people — it seems there’s an adventure around every corner.
The house above is the one that started my conversation with Bonnie — the red door is on the side of the house, not visible in this picture.
And the house below is my true-love rock house. It causes a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. This is the house that BigDaddy grew up in and that MyDadLovesMeBestSister and I spent our childhood visiting grandparents. My grandpa died when I was 17 and the house was sold. It was a beautiful little house when I was growing up. Grandpa was an amazing gardener.
It fell into disrepair in the 80’s and 90’s and looked awful for a time, even sitting empty for awhile. A new family owns it now and they’re at least trying to take care of it. The picture above is from 2 years ago. I must say, I’m not a fan of the cover-the-first-four-feet-of-rock-with-cement method, but at least it’s not crumbling like it used to be.
Now they’ve added a front porch. It looks so different. Even the trees aren’t the same. Oh well…time marches on, doesn’t it?
Gosh, this post took a sad turn. That wasn’t intentional. I really just wanted to show you some pretty pioneer rock houses and tell you that I found a fun new blog friend, so enjoy!
XOXO,
Anna