It's the old 1893 Chester Schoolhouse that someone moved stone by stone about three miles to this site. A large open space on the main floor with the original wood floors, tall windows, and classic old metal French doors that could make a person believe Monet would be dropping by for a visit any moment. A couple of surprisingly spacious bedrooms are tucked under the eaves on the second floor. Room for all three of us.
After touring it, we headed home. Before we even reached Fairview, I'd planned out our entire life in Spring City. In that cottage. Roger would work at Snow College in nearby Ephraim, and I'd teach a class or two there. We'd open up a shop selling something we love in one of the charming empty spaces on Main Street (and on the internet so we could actually make some money). Jack would be a day student at Wasatch Academy in Mt. Pleasant, where Ansel Adams sent his children once, joining 300 students from 40 different countries and 25 different US states. I'd have breakfast or lunch (or both) every day at Das Cafe, lapping up creative energy from local artists and artisans. We'd buy fresh eggs from a local farmer. Or maybe we'd even have chickens ourselves.
Yeah, I can imagine it all.