The Beginnings of the Dream

I’ve always been a dreamer with a wild imagination. As a little girl, I loved Pippi Longstocking. I would often dress in random mismatched outfits, my dad’s ankle boots and T-shirts, and run around the neighborhood wishing I had my own pet monkey and polka dot horse while figuring out how to make that dream of being a total free bird like her my reality. As I got older, I kept that free-spirited and somewhat rebellious nature about me.

As I started dreaming about my white picket fence, as most little girls do, they never included me standing with a sold sign in front of someone else’s house. In my mind, I always had a hammer in my hand, and I built it myself. I ended up hiring the hammer part out, but the rest was born out of those dreams of a little girl. Since I had been going to Bass Lake my entire life and those mountains always felt like home to me, it seemed the perfect location to make that dream a reality. And, of course, since I can’t do anything ordinary, I just had to build something different. That something became Moosehead Lodge.

Follow along to see the cabin’s progression. Who knows, you might be inspired to build your dream.

Moosehead Lodge Dream