There’s something magical about stepping into a cabin as September cools the air and leaves begin turning gold. Imagine mornings with mist over a lake, afternoons beside a crackling fire, and evenings ...

Anne Krieghoff thought her husband, Darryl, was out of his mind in 1991 when he suggested they buy a tiny, ramshackle homestead cabin in the Yucca Valley. Like hundreds of other tiny desert shacks, ...