The Bluemont Bunch

Last Saturday we traveled down Snickersville Turnpike, over the one lane bridge, up the mountain, and through the woods.  To Grandmother's house we didn't go, but to our own.  We said goodbye to our charming 1900s carriage house and said hello to our log home in the woods.  This suburban girl has gone country and now woodsy in one short year. 

But don't call me Mrs. Paul Bunyan just yet.  Floral patterns will still reign over plaid, ruffles will still make a much needed appearance, and our five acres will be dog and blue oxen free.

So when you're in the need for a rustic getaway, come on down to our Bluemont lodge.  Seriously.  We'd love to have you.  Although, we can't promise that we won't put you to work.  There's a lot of wood that needs splitting . . .

     
The Bluemont General Store--We'll miss the Philomont General Store, but we love that this one has hand scooped ice cream!

 The front of our house

The back of our house

Our guest bathroom

The master.  Okay, so we have a little plaid (thank you, Corbin)

Our family room

The sitting room

Love all of our windows with gorgeous views!

Doing dishes won't be so bad with this view (oh, and a dishwasher makes things better too)

The dining room

The guest bedroom (in the basement--hence the lack of logs).  This is what I call my "girl cave"

My Bluemont Boys-- Yes, boys.  We're in the woods.  Clothing is optional.