This post is one of two things. It’s either a simple real estate listing (I’m selling my house in Dunsmuir, and figure an Undergrounder might be ready to make the break from “civilized” life), or it’s a story about someone setting off on a new adventure.

If you want to know about real estate in Dunsmuir, read “The Basics” below.

If you want to know how I got here, then read “The Story” below.

The Details

I’m tired of being a landlord, so I’m selling my house in Dunsmuir. The highlights:

  • Three minute walk from downtown, the Upper Sacramento River and Ted Fay Fly shop
  • 1100 sq. ft. on a city lot
  • Two bedrooms, one bath. Galley kitchen.
  • Separate studio guest cottage (complete with bath and kitchen)
  • Carport
  • Aluminum roof, aluminum siding

Price: only $145,000 (it’s the best deal in Dunsmuir)

Interested? Visit the online listing here. Or call Nancy Schneider (our realtor) at 530.926.2100. (Tell her the Trout Underground sent you.)

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The Story

In the late 90′s, I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was a pretty unhappy camper, and I realized I’m not so much cut out for city life. At some point, I realized that all my clients had e-mail addresses, and that maybe — just maybe — I could live somewhere less populated.

Someplace near a trout river.

At that time, I was fishing all around Northern California, but when I asked myself what place felt most like home, the answer was clear: Dunsmuir.

So I moved.

I planned to rent for a year, but the rentals were grim, and the houses affordable. So I ended up buying my own trout bum retreat — a funky two bedroom house featuring low-maintenance aluminum roofing, zero-maintenance aluminum siding, a small yard (I was more interested in fly fishing than yardwork), and a small guest house where other fly fishers could stay.

Standard of Living

It was the first place I could truly call my own, so the front closet became a bamboo fly rod storage facility, and — rather than waste money on items not essential to fly fishing — I put a couple pieces of plastic lawn furniture in the living room.

The fly tying desk went in another corner of the living room, and I can’t count the number of times I stood in the front closet, deciding which rod to fish and where.

A friend remarked that the largely furniture-free interior (no TV, no couch, no kitchen table) looked like the home of serial killer, which was probably more of a compliment than it seemed at the time.

The house didn’t require much care, which was good because I was fishing a hell of a lot. I was only minutes from the river, 45 seconds from the nearest grocery store, and a five minute walk from Dunsmuir’s downtown area, so on the very, very few occasions when I had a teensy bit too much to drink, I simply walked home.

A brisk three minute walk south is the Ted Fay Fly shop, and Chris Raine’s bamboo fly rod shop is an equal distance north.

In short, everything I needed at that point in my life was a short walk away, suggesting that the old saw about “location, location, location” actually was true. Who knew?

It was a good period, friends & family stayed in the guest cottage, and life was good.

Then I met the L&T Nancy, and life became great.

Now I live in Mount Shasta, and frankly, I’m not cut out for landlord-hood. Enough things already cut into my fishing time without another house cluttering the calendar, so we decided to sell.

$145,000, inspections on the way.

You can learn more at the online listing. Or call Nancy Schneider (our realtor) at 530.926.2100. (Tell her the Trout Underground sent you). And if you want more of the story about my move up here, read “Inertia.”

Of course, you don’t have to buy the place to share your own fly fishing “life adventure” story.

See you at the real estate office, Tom Chandler.

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