Classified advertisement in the Daily Interlake reads – “Bigfork Small 2Bdrm, 2bath guest cabin, W/D, pets ok, $695/mo+ $150 dep. 837-4915”
I call the lady because it’s worth a look.With a price that high, it’s bound to be nice. Unlike all the other places I’ve looked at. I also thought maybe I could talk her down on the price, because it’s just me.
She tells me it’s up by Echo Lake and gives me directions…but no address.
I drive out there after work as it’s starting to get dark. I finally find it, after what seemed like forever. Looking for things in the Montana dark isn’t easy.
I follow a road down past some buildings and houses, down to the right. There’s the lake! I was getting excited. I came to a fence that said NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE PROPERTY and BEWARE OF DOG. It turns out the scary dog is a chihuahua with fur…that barks until it gets a pet.
I called the lady and she told me to keep coming. So, of course I did. And I start heading down this hill. I get to the middle of it and the lady tells me “stop, don’t go any further” because I’ll get stuck. There was a 1/2-inch of snow on the ground.
I wasn’t sure, but I stopped anyway. I walked down to the guest cabin, which is pretty much in her backyard. Her front-yard is the lake.
It’s like a gingerbread house with blue shag carpeting and a maze of tiny rooms and staircases. None of the rooms would be big enough for my queen size bed. The bathroom is the size of an airplane bathroom. But there are two decks and a lake view.
Unfortunately I, being so tall at 5’8”, have to duck to go upstairs and walk around in the rooms. She told me a group of people was living in it before. I thought I wouldn’t be that comfortable living there with one other person.
But she also said she would bring the rent down. I thought $550. She thinks $650 is a screaming deal. I’m thinking, “I’m probably not going to live here even if you do allow pets and I get a lake view.”
I told her thanks and that I would call her.
I get in my car to drive up the driveway and make it about half way up before I start slipping. Seriously! What the hell.
I try again and again. Nothing. She comes out of the house and apologizes. Now it’s a two person project.
Note to future house lookers-don’t take BMWs down hills with snow.
I pull my crappy chains out. It’s only the second time I’ve used them in Montana. I’ve lived here for 4 years. I get the chains on while she shines the flashlight.
She keeps saying “You poor thing.”
I’m thinking in my head, “I’m not poor, just a little stupid sometimes.”
The chains don’t work. After 20 minutes of messing with them, and taking a run at the hill, all I get is one of the chains to come off and stuck in the same spot I was stuck before. So she goes to call her neighbor.
He’s not home. She grabs her truck to go find him. But I tell her all I need is a rope. Because it’s only 5 feet of hill and I can screw a tow hook into the front of the car.
We go back down to the house and look, there are two short pieces of rope that we tied together. She still sounds doubtful that this will work.
We hook it up and we go for it. No problem. She still is saying “You poor thing.”
I keep thinking, “This poor lady, she probably thinks I’m just another idiot from out of state with a nice car.” Which I am. But she doesn’t need to think that.
It was an adventure and I actually thought it was fun, after I got unstuck of course. But I’m not going to live there.