A room with a view

I’ve always liked a room with a view, and I’ve had a few.

The view out the front window of the apartment Barb and I rented on Willson Avenue in Bozeman always reminded me of a Courier & Ives print, especially in winter. The four-plex we lived in, however, was torn down a few years ago. Apparently, it didn’t fit the aesthetic of the neighborhood.

The view out of our front window in Malta is somewhat similar. The prettiest house in town sits across the street surrounded by towering trees.

The best views, though, are from those rooms I built myself. The log and stone addition I put on my cabin in...