The Rock House, as we named it, was a shack built at the turn of century, built on 4 acres, and most remarkably, built atop of 2 very large builders. The big rocks actually served as the house foundation, created a cavelike entrance into the basement, and composed the walls of the basement - so the basement was a cave, made of real rocks. The upstairs was about 400 sq ft.
Most people who move to the country have a few 'rookie in the country' stories to tell, and I have more than my share. My very first rookie move was being too cool for school by buying with my limited $$$ a very cool 1977 Chief Cherokee - big motor, big tires, auto windows. Problem was it got 4 miles a gallon, and broke down more than once a week - possibly the two worse combos for a country vehicle.
My next vehicle purchase was almost as inane, as I bought a 1995 ford extended cab pickup in order to start the construction business. Problem is I'm probably the only one rookie enough to buy a 2 wheeldrive truck, that left me stranded and stuck as often as it took me where I needed to go. On the other side, I still own ol yeller - she's got about 190,000 miles on it.
It wasn't until my 3rd try did I get a vehicle that worked - a 1998 Toyota Rav - we still own it, 180,000 miles, 10 years - not the manliest car, but one hell of a work horse.
Here's a pic from winter 2002, with the one room shack, during dinner. The table and a futon pad was the only furniture in the house. We heated the house with the wood stove. In the background, I found that big picture window in a salvage yard in Lancaster PA, removed from an old church. Note the 2x4 beside the dining table holding the house up.