Folks these days like to toss around the word luxury like it dont cost nothin. Luxury vinyl, they sayas if a concoction brewed up in some faraway factory could hold a candle to honest wood. Well, I say thbbft to that nonsense. What weve got here is the real article: old growth, tight grained Southern pine, cut and milled back when craftsmanship meant something and trees had the decency to grow slow and strong. Youd pay a kings ransom to lay hands on wood like this todayif you could find it at all. And its everywhere underfoot (save the kitchen and baths, where practicality gets its due). Floors, baseboards a full nine inches tall, door casings five inches stout, wainscoting rising up a proper six feetall hand milled, mind you. Even the stairway boasts a newel post so substantial it the size of a tree. If youve a mind to, we can crawl under the house and admire the rough cut bones of the placelumber from the 1800s thats still holding court like it owns the century. This wood is older than your grandmotherand, if were being candid, its aged a sight better. Theres wavy glass in the windows, history in the walls, and more peculiar charms than Ive got room to list in one sitting. Well have plenty to discuss when you come see it, because a place like this dont reveal itself all at once. The original home has been standing proud for 136 years, though the official records try to pin a later date on itlikely from an addition that came along afterward. But dont you fret: the important workings have all been brought into the present day. Plumbing, electricity, heating and cooling, kitchen, bathsall modernized. Theres even a brand new bathroom downstairs, for good measure. Its the best sort of arrangement: old soul, new conveniences. The house sits high on a hill, surveying 2.7 acres like its lord of the land, with a view stretching down to Lake Mirror. You even own a piece of that lake yourself, which is more than most folks can claim. Theres room enough for chickens, gardens, or whatever enterprise suits your fancyand a grand porch fit for sipping tea while you contemplate your domain. Out back stands an old carriage house, just waiting for someone with vision and a little gumption to bring it back to life. All told, this place has more personality than a traveling circusand I mean that in the best possible way. And heres the part that might surprise you most: for all its charm, history, and uncommon character, its a downright remarkable deal.