The last Eagle Rock house that my dad built was next to an old adobe style home, one of the oldest on our hill I would imagine. The nice old lady that lived in it seemed mysterious but friendly, I have vague recollections that she did something amazing when she was young, climbed Mt. Everest or something. I wish I had talked to her more! I never went into her house until after she had passed away but I loved looking at the exterior details, like this little guy on the garage door!