In the crow’s nest that glows in the blue-black of twilight comes a rustling. Two kids have closed the books, put their screens to sleep, and are directing a telescope toward what one thinks is Jupiter and the other insists is a snowcat prowling the slopes of Lookout Mountain. This well-windowed room is the crown of this 4,362-square-foot Martis Camp home, offering privacy, provoking imaginations, and dishing up views from its deck. But this isn’t the only place where souls are stirred. In the great room below, tall Weiland pocket glass doors on opposing sides of the room disappear, ushering the outdoors in to the great room, breakfast nook, kitchen and dining room. There’s a soaring fireplace calling out from the corner of the great room and seats that welcome guests to the large counter in the kitchen. Downstairs, the media room thumps with fun, its nearby veranda and the hot tub on its own private patio offering peaceful retreats. Down the hall are two bedrooms, each with their own views and a bunk room with four twin beds. The main floor of this 5-bed, 5.5-bath home features a primary suite wing with views both to the mountain and valley, a fireplace, and a bathroom that’s alive with the morning sun. On the other side of this floor is a junior master suite with views of Martis Valley and a deck all to itself. The main deck, just beyond the pocket doors of the great room, gazes toward the Carson Range and Martis Valley while the pocket doors on the other side open to a patio aligned with a seat to Lookout Mountain.
Complementing the beauty of this home are cabinets made from alder and maple dovetail, horned slab soapstone countertops, and floors that are a handsome grain of hickory. Ceilings are smooth cedar and kitchen appliances include Sub-Zero, Wolf, Miele, and GE.
Nearby, maybe a minute at most, is the Martis Camp members ski lodge on Northstar California’s Lookout Mountain and the other direction is the Tennis Pavilion and Springs Pavilion. Slightly further away is where you’ll find Jupiter, assuming – that is – that it’s not actually a snowcat hard at work on tomorrow’s masterpiece.