When I was in my early twenties I spent a night at the house of a friend’s parents in the mountains near Lake Tahoe, CA. I had been to Tahoe plenty of times as a kid on vacation with my parents and was familiar with the sights and smells and always enjoyed our vacations in rental homes and cabins. But this specific trip to the mountains as a young man had an impact on me. The clean crisp morning and night air, the smell of the pines, and the beautiful scenery resonated at an emotional level. I told myself that one day I would live in the mountains.
Fast forward many years and now after 30+ years of happy marriage, a successful professional life, and having raised three children with my wife Holly, as empty nesters we find ourselves living in the Sierra Nevada Foothills in a town called Tuolumne. A dream come true ? Fate? Maybe a little of both. A close friend of mine asked me how we found this home that sits on five acres covered with pines, oaks, and cedars. My answer was simple: I didn’t find the home, it found me and I call it “The Golden K”.
THE GOLDEN K