Rocky Mountain High

My boyfriend, like any typical guy, reminds me constantly that his dream home is a log cabin on a lake way out in the middle of nowhere.. far, far away.

I, on the other hand, dream of either a big white house or a modern glam condo in the city. Could we be any more different?? The thought of a log cabin makes me cringe - so dark, gloomy, stuffy, tacky... yuck.

But then I found this beauty, and it just so happens to be located in one of my favorite places in the country.

Now this is a log cabin I could live in! That turret is what dreams are made of.

The living/dining/kitchen is the opposite of stuffy and dated. Those floors are amazing - true craftsmanship.

I would be majorly content to curl up by that fireplace with some hot chocolate and a cozy knit sweater.

It's a mere 98 degrees here in Atlanta.. dreaming of colder weather, anyone?

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