Five acres of pines, a few minutes from Downtown and Uptown Pagosa Springs. Close enough that town is never a project. Far enough that the only thing you hear at home is weather.
The mountains do the talking out front. Every window across the face of the house frames them, so the view isn't something you go hunting for. It's just there, all day, rearranging itself with the light.
Inside is 3,583 square feet that moves the way a house should. The kitchen, dining, and living areas run together in one open plan. The cook is never stranded alone, and the space never feels like three rooms pretending to be one big one. A large island anchors the kitchen. A butler's pantry with its own sink handles the part of entertaining you'd rather your guests not watch.
Wood floors carry through the main level. A wood burning fireplace sits in the living room, built for the months that earn one, which around here is most of them.
Off the dining room, two sets of double patio doors open onto the patio. Open them both and the line between inside and out mostly disappears. Out there, a second fireplace keeps the evening going later than it should. This is the part of the house people remember.
Four bedrooms. Five bathrooms, so the math finally works in your favor when the house is full. A game room for whatever "game" means in your family. And a three car garage currently serving as a home gym, which tells you plenty about the square footage on offer. Want the cars back inside? It converts in an afternoon. Want to keep training at home? Leave it exactly as it is.
The upstairs runs on central air. The downstairs is already wired and vented for it, roughed in and waiting on a condenser. The expensive, disruptive part of adding air conditioning is behind you. What's left is a single afternoon and a phone call.
Now the part that actually matters.
This was the builder's own home. A well respected local one, who spent his working life deciding how other people's houses got put together, then drove home to this one. That changes things. When someone who builds for a living builds for himself, the shortcuts don't happen. The framing is square. The finishes were chosen, not defaulted. The things you'll never see, the parts behind the walls and under the floors, were done the way they're supposed to be done.
You're not buying a spec house dressed up for a photo shoot. You're buying the one the builder decided to keep.
Five acres. Mountains out the front. A patio built for long evenings. And a house that was never really meant to be for sale.
It is now.