A small sign just says “Erickson Ranch,” with an arrow pointing the way: a dirt spur that heads west on Red Mountain, just when it appears there’s no more west to go. And no more up to go. The “road” doesn’t so much hug the hillside as cling to it for dear life. As you climb, the view widens with your eyes as the entire Elk Range and valley below zoom to the horizon. But what’s this? Set down in a meadow, seemingly removed from that view, is a modern marvel of a house.
