I knew the story of Jack London's Wolf House long before I ever vitied the site -- how he built the place to be his dream home, something that would stand for perpetuity, and how its wooden portions burned down says before London and his wife, Charmian, were to move into it. No one knows how the fire happened, but London was never able to rebuild the house before his death. But knowing all that didn't prepare me for how lovely the stone skeleton is, and how eerie it is to see this majestic structure which has gone completely uninhabited since its construction.