This is what we've put in our welcome binder at the cabin. :)
Welcome to Arcadian Refuge! We really are so glad you’re here; we hope you enjoy your few days in this beautiful part of the West and that it feels restful and restorative for you and your loved ones. We love it here too, being away from our busy lives and being among the trees and woodland sounds and smells. There’s something to love in each season of course, but I think winter is our favorite because it’s so quiet and peaceful here.
Some of you might be new to the area or curious about our cabin, and so we just wanted to share a little of our history with you and how it all came together in case you’re interested.
Todd grew up in Chicago, and I’m from San Diego. We met when we were 18 as freshmen at BYU, and a natural friendship ensued. We lived apart for two and a half years, but we eventually married in 1994 soon after he returned from a two-year stint in Norway, finished up our degrees (in public health and animal science), had our first baby and two weeks later drove to Champaign, Illinois, for vet school, where we lived for four years. We moved to Montana in 2000 (just because he was always drawn to the mystique of Montana and fly fishing, maybe a little River Runs Through It dreaming) and raised our five children there. We live on a four-acre hobby farm, Todd is still a small animal vet, and all our children are grown and gone; but we have plenty to do with fencing, tending to our large gardens, volunteer work, and raising cows, chickens, and dogs. Todd spends most of fall hunting deer, elk, and pheasant (with the dogs). Our entire marriage has included remodeling our homes and yards, and we’ve been working on our current 1984 house for the past seven years. We love nature, national parks, camping, long walks, history, fall, road trips, and of course spending time with friends and family. We constantly have projects going, always with another one in mind!
So a few years back Todd decided to sell his portion of the vet clinic and cut down on managerial duties a bit (he’s still an associate vet), but he kept going back to the idea of a cabin to share both with family and with guests. So he’d spend evenings looking online and kept coming back to this one. I am used to looking beyond the current state of things and visualizing potential (we watch a LOT of HGTV), and so even though I thought it was very ugly, I agreed we should look at it in person just to see. One snowy day in December 2021 we made the trek to Island Park and saw several cabins with our realtor, but we were so discouraged because while some were nice and new, they lacked character and warmth; others felt disjointed and unfriendly. This was the last one on our list, and I was equally discouraged because it was sooooo old fashioned and not at all move-in ready. And yet, despite its age and state, it felt welcoming and cozy, homey somehow.
But we had to decide quickly: they had another showing that afternoon, and it had been on the market for several months already. We knew from seeing it online and then in person that, as odd as it seemed, it just felt right. Which was a very, very strange answer because we could tell it needed a lot of help; but we’d experienced the same feeling upon seeing our current house the first time. In both cases we went out to the driveway and asked ourselves what we wanted to do and just shrugged, let’s do it. We called and put an offer within minutes of leaving it, somehow feeling pulled to it, not knowing what we were doing or getting into; oddly though, it just felt good… peaceful somehow.
At this point we posed a question to Todd’s brother who used to be a general contractor but who has a full time job and lives hours away also. Would he take on this project with us? After some consideration, he graciously agreed. He had no idea what would be in store, but his wife worked on the plans alongside him, and they made an amazing team that we are deeply indebted to and grateful for. We told him we just had a few ideas to kind of update the place…
We felt that with new carpet and some paint we could make it look and feel a little fresher. The windows were boarded up at the time, it had a little airlock entrance off the rickety front porch, there was a long skinny hallway upstairs connecting the bedrooms, the basement was cement and completely unfinished, and to access it you had to go outside into the then-two-car garage and go down the cement stairs. Todd wanted to add a couple of dormers to incorporate interest and light to the roofline, and so our goal was to remove flooring and create those. We didn’t like the claustrophobic hallway upstairs, so we opted to open up the two smaller bedrooms and create a large open general area instead. We hoped to add an indoor access to the basement and utilize the space down there as well. I also wondered if we could move the kitchen to the back of the front area and make the living area a little bigger. I was thrilled when we discovered we’d be able to, and we eagerly set out to make these few cosmetic changes. But when we came to see it for the first time after our initial walk through, I was disheartened. They’d left everything—so much stuff—in the garage and the basement for us. So we had to spend hours going through all of it, throwing out almost all of it. We kept a few interesting items that we incorporated into the new cabin, like the square nails you’ll see now and then.
Most of the time we would leave early on a Thursday or Saturday morning, drive 4-5 hours (depending on if we were pulling a trailer), get to the cabin around 9, work till dinner time and get home around 10:30 p.m. Often members of our extended family would meet us and help us out, and those are some of our fondest memories! We tore up carpet, chipped out tile, took insulation out of the walls, and removed appliances, mirrors, toilets, and faucets; everything had to go. These were frigid days working in a building that felt like an ice box; most of the time it was a little warmer outside than in. But we played our music, worked side by side with cousins, friends, grandparents, and siblings, and oohed and ahhed over the strange findings everywhere we looked. In the warmer months we spent hours taking nails out of boards, enjoying the beautiful surroundings and company. We had picnics on boxes inside when it was snowy and on leftover bits of furniture when it was warm outside.
But as we tore into the structure, we became aware of unforeseen issues that caused us to dig deeper and deeper. One of the biggest problems was that the ridge beam was only a 2x10. We had our structural engineer come in to inspect it and he told us the roof was completely under-engineered. We went through our options, but it came down to needing to replace the roof. Then we discovered that the top floor had load-bearing walls that weren’t engineered properly either, and the floor joists were cracking.
We had plans drawn to maximize the use of space on the second floor since we were essentially starting all over, which allowed us to both raise the roof and push the walls out, adding substantial square footage to the upstairs areas. But as we continued, everything seemed to lead to a new problem. The windows were old and we could tell they’d seen better days and were very inefficient. The chimney became unstable, so we dismantled that. We pried the half-log siding off the exterior walls hoping to use it all later, but the remaining walls were only 2x4 thick (which make it difficult to keep a structure warm in these brutal winters) and became unsteady, so we made the decision to take them all down. All that remained of the original structure was the cement foundation and the three kitchen walls.
It was hard to stay positive at this point. We’d bought an entire, intact cabin and this was all we had left. I wanted to cry many times, it felt so overwhelming and like we’d just created the biggest mess and mistake of our lives. It was hard to get workers because it’s so remote and we were still feeling the effects of Covid. Everything was extremely expensive; it was winter, then summer, then getting into fall and nothing had been done to move forward. Finally in December of 2022, after spending all year tearing it down, but with no progress putting it back together, we had a miracle. I mentioned to my Facebook friends that we were feeling discouraged and didn’t know how to find workers. A friend I rarely see or talk to reached out and said her brother-in-law worked in the area and he had a crew he was going to have to lay off for the winter due to lack of work. They would happily take it on. It was truly an answer, and we were so thankful for their dedicated efforts through one of the coldest and snowiest winters in years.
Things slowly started coming together. It just felt so good to see the skeleton created, to be putting things back instead of just taking it all apart. There were glitches all along the way, of course. We realized we needed to get an entirely new septic system, and we needed a whole new fireplace insert along with the rock work, for instance. There wasn’t anything that didn’t need attention.
But we kept busy at home at this time. Because we live in Montana and don’t have sales tax, we opted to buy as much as we could there and then take it down ourselves. We met with our flooring specialist to choose hardwood for the main level and laminate for the basement. We wanted the top floor to feel like grandma’s attic, so we repurposed pine and had it painted. We had our niece hand white wash ALL the boards for all the ceilings in the entire cabin, can you even imagine!? We are so grateful to her! We chose tile for the showers and tubs, floors, and backsplashes but had no idea how any of it would really look when altogether; I was in constant communication with our flooring guys and I was in the storeroom weekly.
We ordered doors and windows in Montana… all the exterior and interior doors for rooms and closets. Look around and note how many there are! We brought them all down in a covered trailer on one trip and had them painted here.
We brought down boxes and boxes and carton upon carton of flooring from Montana… all the tile for the kitchen, mud room, bathroom floors and all the tile for the walls. We unloaded it all box by box, thousands of pounds. Then we brought back all the unused mortar, leftover boxes of tile and flooring, etc., a constant pick up and return cycle between Montana and Idaho. We’d also take home trailer beds full of wood, leftover from projects, the siding we took down, stuff that was just left here. We’d get home late at night and unload it all into our shop for future projects. Some of which, in fact, Todd used to make a floor in one of the bedrooms at home.
We ordered and brought all our appliances, toilets and sinks and faucets and hardware from Montana. We ordered door knobs because we couldn’t find what we wanted in stores and had hooks handcrafted because we just wanted them to feel unique and like us.
We brought artwork home from trips to Maine and Vermont and from Switzerland. Our daughter did the watercolors. We tried to support local artists everywhere we went, wanting a curated look that felt eclectic and meaningful, yet hopefully cohesive and homey. We bought most other art pieces from Etsy for the same reasons. I shopped Hobby Lobby sales like a fan club member; I was there sometimes three times a week, especially during this last December, buying frames and floral decorations on sale, at the same time I was trying to do Christmas everything.
We are thrifters by nature and have been collecting from antique and junk stores, along with estate and garage sales for decades. Our own house is full, and so while we kept finding great deals we couldn’t pass up, it wasn’t until we bought this property that we had any idea what we’d do with it all. We’d just always find things we liked and figured we’d decide about them later. This turned out to be perfect landing place for some of them.
We started buying other items years ago, storing everything we could in our horse stalls in our shop. We bought silverware and dishes when I found ones I loved. We bought hutches and dressers anytime we found a good deal at an estate sale, not knowing where exactly anything would go. I didn’t really have a plan at all; I just bought things I liked and figured we’d put it all together down the road. I bought wreaths and art and just anything that seemed like it might work. At some point we’d notice one room didn’t have a dresser or we needed bathroom mirrors for another, one wall was a little bare, we needed a little something there, and we’d make lists of what we still needed. I have been collecting books and games the entire time, always trying to envision a 5 year-old putting together a Star Wars puzzle, a 10 year-old girl curled up with a chapter book, cousins in pajamas playing cards late into the night, a grandpa with a historical thriller book, a mom taking a moment with a Magnolia magazine, I wanted everyone to have something and I’m constantly thinking of you when I’m at my garage sales. :)
One funny experience was when we bought couches for the main floor. This wasn’t too long after Covid, and we’d had friends who had had to wait months and months for their furniture, so we ordered them several months before we anticipated needing them. They came two weeks later. So, for many, many months they sat in the room right beside our kitchen table in their boxes piled on top of each other. We couldn’t store them in the shop because mice would get into them, so there they sat, right next to where we ate everyday. I had to climb on them to open the windows.
So as we collected furniture, rugs, kitchen necessities, toilet paper, cleaners, towels, bedding, etc. we’d just pile it all up until the next trip, sometimes right in our living room because there was no other place; at the beginning some of our kids were still living with us. We had everything delivered to Montana, including all the windows, the pool table, beds, mattresses (count how many there are!), curtains, etc. We did do a huge IKEA run when we were visiting our kids in Chicago and filled our entire truck and boat with duvets, curtains, cutting boards, etc., and that was a 17 hour drive home. It rained SO much on that trip that several items became moldy, some of which came clean; others had to be tossed and bought again. We stored them in our basement bathtub for months!
Todd does woodworking, and so he made the bathroom mirror frames that are rough-looking. We bought the mirrors at Good Will and garage sales, and he cut them to size. We just couldn’t find what we were looking for, and he has tons of wood, so it worked out! He also made the puzzle table and bench behind the couch on the main level, and he and his brother made the one under the skis, both of which also sat in our house for several weeks/months waiting for a ride down. We spent one weekend making the woodshed. Todd is meticulous, and even he conceded that he may have over-engineered it, but it will be convenient to have wood for the fireplace so close.
We made SO many mistakes along the way. I bought shower curtains that looked all wrong when I got them hung up. I bought bar stools right at the beginning and stored them in the shop for months, but then we got them all set up, they looked horrible with the hardwood and kitchen tile; they were a gray green wood (throw up) color. I carted them back to Montana and tried them in our house. Same bad vibe. So we had to sell them at a huge loss and get new ones. We took down couches that we thought would look right and took them home. We had the tilers put in one or two of the showers with tile we’d chosen, but the sample piece looked very different from the varieties in the box. Installed, it looked like the walls of an old community swimming pool dressing area, with yellow rust streaks running down the walls. While we hated to, we asked them to tear it all out and we chose another tile, not quite as rustic. We had lumber that sat and got warped with the weather that had to go. Like I said, we had no idea what we were doing, we’re not professionals, we just kind of tried to buy things that were good quality that we felt went together, but like I said earlier, it was hard to remember what things looked like when they were in boxes in the shop from months earlier and to visualize what colors would look good together from hundreds of miles away.
We love all the rustic woodwork and the beams. We wanted it to feel old and new at the same time, and we wanted things to also kind of blend away. It took a long time to do all of that woodwork, but we so appreciate the finish carpenter’s hard work. We had a little extra hole on the top floor where the tv is between the two beds, and he just made a little book shelf for us without us even knowing, which we love! And he also created the tiny closet in that room where the fire extinguisher is, so clever; such talent! We’re so incredibly grateful to him and all the others who have worked tirelessly with us over the years, using their talents and abilities on this project.
Lastly, some have asked how we chose our name. We brainstormed so many options with our kids! I wanted something unique, not traditionally cabin-esque, but that captured the essence of the experience we hoped to create for you. I found this sign years ago regarding an old way-station/boarding house and felt that it encapsulated our desired mission:
Refuge: And it shall be for a house for boarding, a house that strangers may come from afar to lodge therein; therefore let it be a good house, worthy of all acceptation, that the weary traveler may find health and safety while he shall contemplate the word of the Lord. (I know that last part is a little churchy, I’m sorry, it was just part of the original quote so I left it. Maybe just leave it at contemplate… whatever you want!)
And then I stumbled upon the word and idea, Arcadian. I know it’s usually to depict a specific place, but I started looking into it and found other definitions that resonated with me, that I felt shared the spirit of what we hope you’ll find here.
Arcadian: idyllically innocent, simple, untroubled, any real or imagined place offering peace and contentment, pleasant, provincial, rustic, countrified, a person who lives a simple quiet life, calm, serene, restful, still, tranquil, placid
Our overall objective was and is to help all who visit feel at home. We want you all to feel comfortable, to have what you need, to feel like you can relax and not worry about things. It’s still a work in progress. We have so many fun ideas we want to incorporate, but goodness, it takes a lot of time when we are far away novices! But we really are so happy that you’re here, and we truly hope you are enjoying your loved ones and time away.
xoxo Much love, Todd and Caren