The story
You can stop your search today. Once you turn onto this quiet street, you will feel it before you see it. Tall firs. Japanese maples. Flagstone paths winding through a garden loved for many years. A serene, level acre — and a one-level rambler sitting easy in the middle of it. The home that everybody is looking for, and You Found It. As you walk in, you will feel right at home. Red oak floors glowing down the hall. A formal living room, a dining room with a tray ceiling and crown molding. Then the house opens into a great room, the ceiling lifting and turning deep green overhead like standing under the trees, gas fireplace on one wall, deck through the glass on the other. The gourmet kitchen is in the heart of it all. Granite, gas cooktop in the island, double ovens, windows on two sides with nothing beyond but forest. Then the primary suite will pamper you. Walk through the double doors that lead out onto the deck. An ensuite that will astonish you: a rain shower behind frameless glass, a soaking tub in a bay of windows, a skylight pouring down. That is not a vacation. That is Tuesday morning. Down the hall, a library of built-in oak with a window seat, and a second bath in quartz and travertine. Out back, the day opens up, with a deck made for gathering, a gas line run for the barbecue, flagstone under the firs, and a level acre for gardens or quiet. Three-car shop, RV parking, generator wiring. Central A/C. Peninsula schools. No stairs, not one. Welcome, you are now home.
