This house in Cathlamet, Washington is one of the most interesting dwellings I’ve seen in a while. Perched on pilings over the water, with a single remaining tether to the land, it’s like a boat without the commitment to living aboard.
This is the kind of place that invites the making of stories. I like to imagine how this structure happened. Maybe the original house arrived here on a barge, or maybe it got swept down the Columbia from Longview during a 100 year flood.
Most likely I could head up hill to the Cathlamet newspaper office or city hall and find pictures of what this house at the water’s edge was like before the remodeling. But I prefer to concoct my own versions of this building’s place in the history of life on the edge of the water.