In the late summer of 2016, Gretchen and Patsy began to talk about a barn venue. Gretchen had gotten her license to be an ordained minster. Patsy had the place with a huge barn full of junk. What followed can only be described as a mild form of insanity. They cleaned out pack rat nests, hauled trash, and hauled more trash, and sorted those “treasures” that had been in the barn for years. With drills, hammers, cut-off saws, shovels, a tract hoe, tractors, tape measures, fingernails, pick-up trucks, they totally involved themselves in what must be summed up as the “Summit Hill Experience.”
They hauled loads of native lumber for the walls, hauled loads of bricks and rocks, and “cabbaged” onto silo staves. They put up yards of burlap and strings of lights, scrounged for materials online and in Dad’s (KW Brant) barn. Patsy and Gretchen built scaffold, dug water lines, made long beautiful banquet tables, and a bench or two. They made trips to Habitat for Humanity, hounded garage sales, thrift shopped, and snooped through Grandma’s upstairs and Aunt Tillies’ attic.