Rob and Lyndsey have been happily married since 1975. Lyndsey met her Montana man while attending college in Seattle, Washington and both have been delighted to report they married the love of their life! Blessed is an understatement. Two amazing children, a daughter and a son, were born in 1976 and 1979. Now, two granddaughters have added to their joy. Rob has been in many different phases of construction during his job history. He recently sold his very successful garage door business, Kaufmann's Overhead Door. His hard work, character and integrity, along with awesome employees was a brilliant formula for growth. Rob has a gift for wood working and a great artistic eye. The Bowmore cabin has been an on-going project for the last several years and it has given Rob many hours of pleasure to sit with a glass of Bowmore Scotch and survey his accomplishments! It has been very beneficial to have a son that is a construction engineer that also appreciates a good glass of Scotch. Both their son, and Rob's brother, a former electrician, have given them the gift of their talents and their time. Lyndsey has a Master's degree in education, and recently retired from 13 years of teaching elementary school in Bozeman. She misses the magical moments that happened in her fourth and fifth grade classrooms and the relationships built with her students. Lyndsey adores weekly time with her granddaughters, and thinks family is the most amazing gift from God. She thinks that homemaking should be viewed as an art form and therefore has thoroughly enjoyed hunting down the treasures from local antique stores that you see hanging on the Bowmore walls. She loves color and design and is thrilled to decorate any space possible. They are the quintessential 'do-it-yourselfers' and seem to have made a great team in many ways. Rob and Lyndsey sincerely hope you will enjoy their loving labors and they extend to you a warm and hearty Montana welcome.

Rob Kaufmann purchased this cabin in 2004

Being a Montana man, Rob has always loved the Bozeman area and the Gallatin Valley. It has been home for decades. But, there was something in him that longed for the simplicity and peace of years past, a desire to turn the clock back, to revisit the real Montana. When Rob first viewed this property he realized it showed great potential; the logs walls from the original hunting cabin were definitely intriguing. But he was also impacted by the location. He saw it as the 'heartland' of Montana, set in a valley surrounded by mountain ranges that took your breath away. The air was clean. The stars were unfettered by city lights. The call of the crickets and coyotes carried clearly through the cool, night Rocky Mountain air. It was what he missed from when he was a kid camping out. The surrounding farm area with cattle dotting the fields and hay bales standing as a testimony of good, honest work made it feel like home, like roots. Without being overly dramatic, and being truly honest, there is an unspoken feeling, nearly indescribable, about farmland that captures the heartbeat of our nation. Without this, where would we be? And, Rob wanted a piece of this. He came home and surprised Lyndsey with his announcement, 'I bought a cabin today!' When Lyndsey made that first drive to the cabin and took in the spectacular views of the Crazy Mountains, she understood what had captured the heart of her man. Yep, this is real Montana. What the heck! You have to drive a little way, all the while witnessing some of the state's greatest views, but that's what we came for. Hope you can join us in our place of peace, brilliant stars, and the songs of the night that you just won't experience in the city limits. Breathe deep. It's the scent of life, of history, of real Montana.

Why did we choose this house? It called to us to unlock the potential it held within. We have described the location that so captivated our hearts, but the interior hung like a dangling participle, like an unfinished sentence. It clearly needed someone to rewrite its story. The Bowmore was originally birthed as a simple little log cabin, used for hunting weekends, for getting together with friends, for camping out, so to speak. In years that followed, it 'morphed' into a house built around the cabin, still longing for more attention. But, the bones were good. The location serene. We knew with the right touch those log walls would sing, the kitchen would nest family and conversations, and great meals. We envisioned the dead-end bedroom transformed into a cheery dining room where friends and family could linger over a cup of coffee. But we must say, besides the log walls, the covered porch called our names. With each season, we have sat on that porch and either watched a gentle snow fall or beheld the power of a mighty thunderstorm with torrents of rain diving off of the metal roof. We have had candle-lit dinners for two or for a pack of family. We have sipped wine, and tea, and scotch as we watch the bright day turn golden with long shadows and the mountains glowing pink. We knew it would be like this. Come look at our photograph album and see evidence of its transformation. Better yet, come live for a few days in the warmth of the log walls, feel the joy of a house redeemed by love. And, don't forget to sit under that covered porch, what ever time of year it may be, and enjoy what nature has planned for you each day. Cheers!