Beyond the garden gate, through the blackberry phragmites forest, the Little Jumping Dog House sails in a sea of dragonflies, swallows and snapping turtles.
Wide open, The main galley breezeway joins the morning deck with the evening. Aft lie the Captains' quarters. And in the fo'c'sle, two windswept spacious private rooms for travelers.
Lounge under the shade sail on the sumptuous topdeck.
Take a dip in the cedar water tower hot tub.
Become completely addicted to the magical open-sky shower.
Purchased as a near tear-down in the Autumn of 2000, the Little Jumping Dog House is the product of 17 years of live-in hands-on design and construction. Not simply a labor of love; it is a life's work.