When we board the plane for Carmel it is 102 degrees in the Kansas sun. The garden has given up and no amount of watering can revive it.
We de-plane 6 hours later in a cool, foggy Carmel evening. It is a blessed 53 degrees. It is late so we head straight to our little house, turn up the furnace and bundle under the covers for a good night’s sleep.
There is a long list of things I want to do this trip. After a quick breakfast, I grab a sweater and the camera and start out on my quest for yet another Hugh Comstock Cottage- Swiss Chalet.
My map search says it is on the east side of Monte Verde St. 3 or 4 houses past 5th. And there it is!!
I have walked this street many times, but the Chalet is so tightly tucked between its neighbors that I have missed it. Like many Comstock homes, it turns its side to the street .
It sits up on the hill atop its garage and I am darned if I can find the front door. I crane my neck and am rewarded with the sight of a door peeking over the branch of a large oak tree.
Look at that great light fixture.
SWISS CHALET is carved on the top of the gate.
“Gate opens in” I read,
so I pull the wooden stick on the rope
and hear the latch open.
Up the side of the house I go.
A steep, curving wooden staircase with a distinctive bannister appears to be the way to the door .
As I climb, I take a little glance at the garden below.
At the first door
I rap the acorn knocker several times,
admire the light fixture above me
and peer into the kitchen.
After several more knocks, I leave my card on the little ledge beneath the window
and walk around to what must be the front door.
It is a curved top dutch door with hand carved trim.
The window beside it is beyond cute with its irregular shape and old porch light.
I again knock, this time with the mermaid knocker.
Still no one home. I leave another card and retrace my steps. The roof line is low here and I love the hand carved wooden shingles with their whimsical lines.
A quick glance at the back yard and I am heading down .
Wow these are steep little stairs.
As I make my way to the back of the lot I step over a tired oak taking a nap on the pathway,
and am rewarded with this view of the house. The steeply pitched roof is a Comstock trademark .
I go back down the stepping-stones,
unlatch the gate
and carefully close it.
This is the detailing on the banisters .
Even the garage doors are unique.
From across the street, I can see the interior ceiling is vaulted and has a skylight.
I am guessing this cottage has a kitchen, living room and one bedroom and bath.
Later I find an old postcard showing the house in earlier times. It is indeed “folk tudor”.
I can find little about Swiss Chalet’s history , but do find it was once a summer rental. How fun to live in a fairytale for a while ,where despite the wicked witches in the world, everyone lives happily ever after.