Learning the Land In one of our first blog posts, we shared the story of how we ended up here and why we finally decided to chase a dream we'd been talking about for years. Since then, we've done just about all the dreaming and planning we can do... and lately, our attention has turned to the forested hillside behind our house. We have known for quite some time that this is where we want to build our campground. It's quiet, peaceful, full of wildlife, and every time we walk i

Explore Tu-Endie-Wei State Park in Point Pleasant, WV, where the Battle of Point Pleasant, the Mansion House, and centuries of history come together along the Ohio River.

Discover the stories hidden along Point Pleasant's historic floodwall, where colorful murals and stainless steel sculptures bring the town's rich past to life.

Follow our budget camper renovation as we transform an aging camper into a cozy full-time home while building our dream tiny house.

Campground Beginnings Hey guys! If you've found your way here, welcome! We're so glad you're joining us at the beginning of this adventure. Settle in, and I’ll tell you a bit about our life here and what our plans are for our little patch of dirt in “Almost Heaven,” West Virginia. 14 years ago, when Carl and I got together, we dreamed of one day owning a campground or small roadside motel where we could live out our sustainable homestead dreams. This was before the tiny house

Window Cling Cryptid – The Clinger This little fuzz-beast loves nothing more than hanging in your window like he owns the place. Big eyes watching the world, tiny wings trying their best, and a grip that says, “Yeah, I live here now.” Stick him on any window and let him be your home’s unofficial lookout — part mascot, part mischief, all attitude. Window Cling Cryptid - The Watcher Don’t let the fluffy face fool you — this little guardian has a job to do. Perched in your windo

If you’ve spent any real time in Point Pleasant, you already know this: the town doesn’t wait for you to ask for a story. It sends one your way whether you're ready or not. The fog pulls it toward you from the river. The old brick storefronts hold it tight like they’re guarding secrets from a century ago. Even the quiet streets — especially the quiet streets — carry a pulse of their own. It’s a place where the past is not buried. It walks right beside you. And as we move forw