About The Upper Fifty
Out in the middle of the wide open, under convincing stars from bright heavens beyond, I started with so much more than ever before with not a clue and nothing to lose because not much was better than anything that came from what used to be. All of a sudden, on an acre of land in a forest created just for me, home became a structure that housed a bus dated 1947, stamped Red Cross and salvaged from a conflict having nothing to do with me. Best interests and common knowledge had it that my sites should set on its demise. Without knowing but knowing full well, I chose to ignore the chatter and carried on with what's best. And so it goes, with all eyes upon its all mine, the tiny houses arrived. The first for the artist who arrived in me, the second for the work ethic no one expected, and the last to house those who seek but can't find. Every single soul who visits leaves changed, one way or another, understanding more than when they arrived. The magic is a mystery and even if I knew, I'd never tell I just know all of me will never leave.
In 1997, a gentleman purchased a retired 1947 Red Cross bus and drove it to where it now rests in the Boise National Forest. He built a structure around the bus but after moving, it sat abandoned until it became my home, artist showcase and bed & breakfast. The two tiny houses now on property at The Upper Fifty enhance the mystery of The Bus House; waiting for you in the wide open in the midst of the pines, blanketed by the brightest of stars for evening stargazing - by the fire pit or in one of several hammocks. The Springs in Idaho City is a short visit away for hot springs enthusiasts, as is a myriad of hiking trails and stream fishing.
