It is sort of an eerie place-like something stuck in a time warp, especially the back part that goes down to the river, and especially at/after dusk. I don’t have the whole story of the original owner yet-just the bits I related that I got from Ms and Mr garage guy, and one of the framing contractors I work with, whose dad knew the man, and about his scandals and that he came out here to get away from it.
And the only weird thing I’ve seen were footprints in wet grass leading to the stone seats one morning when I went hiking, and what I’m sure was a flashlight going down the slope to the river just after dusk when I was out on the deck and no one was on the property but me. The next day, as soon as the garage opened, I asked garage guy what the deal was, but he didn’t tell me much, other than the scandal stuff.
Once I do gather up the rest from people who know, I’ll let you know-and it is destined for the chapter of my book on this interlude of time...
I would be scared crapless if I saw that stuff!