My name is Bill (William), my caretaker's name is Nathalie, and the property is named Ken's Place. I have received many inquiries about why the property is called Ken's Place. Here is the back story.
At the time Ken was an 86 year old former marine, when I came to his home for a windows appointment. I was new to the area. I had been to downtown Williams but this was the first time I had gone the opposite direction up the 64 highway toward the Grand Canyon.
Ken was outside waiting for me. It was May and everything was green. When I got out of my car I said, "It's really nice out here." Ken's reply was, "You wanna buy it?" One thing led to another and I did. All of the rocks you see placed around the property were placed there by Ken. When it came time to close, I was going to borrow from my 401k for the down but was told by my company that I had to wait 90 days before I could withdraw my funds. I had to call Ken to tell him the situation, and that I understood if he wanted to cancel the deal and find another buyer. He said, "Bill do you want me to lend you $10,000?" He didn't know me. But he said he did. He lent me the money, we closed, and I paid him back.
So, why is it called Ken's Place: honor those who help you get there.