This is as close to paradise as I can imagine. Living here is the completion of a dream.
There is still room here in Brookings for those seeking a peaceful, slower pace of life.
When not looking at property or showing someone the secret haunts of the Southern Oregon Coast, I enjoy river walking, gardening, and playing ball with a couple of great canine companions. I live in what was once an old fishing lodge, located on the Chetco River. A salmon and steelhead stream really does flow right past my door, and the edge of the Siskiyou National Forest is just a short distance away.
Real Estate is also one of my passions. And, I work very hard at it. It just doesn’t feel like a “real” job sometimes. I am able to look at land and homes in an awesomely beautiful area. Often I feel the sun on my shoulders and the shorebirds calling my name. And, I get to meet some wonderful and interesting people from around the world. (People don’t move to Brookings because they have to……they come here because they want to!). It’s fun to take the knowledge I have, introduce someone to this neck of the woods, and maybe help with someone else’s dream.
I was born in Michigan. My work background includes marketing and sales for several destination resorts, and working for a world class land developer and golf course architect. I moved here from St. Helena, California, but have lived and worked in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Miami, up-state New York, and Nashville. My mother was a real estate broker and forced me to get my first real estate license when I was 18.
I have earned the GRI (Graduate Realtor Institute) and CRS (Certified Residential Specialist) designations. I’ve been one of the “top five” producing agents in the Curry County Board of Realtors for more than 14 years. I work in partnership with Jan Loren, and together we have developed a very rewarding, successful, and happy business.
I hope you will join us for a rewarding adventure in Real Estate.
Ann MacLean
When I close my eyes, I hear the surf crashing against gigantic rocks, and I smell the fresh scent of Douglas fir and cedar, mixed with wild iris and azalea. There’s a spawning stream outside my door that tumbles and falls over smooth stones and boulders that have been shaped by years and years of fresh running water. There are fish in the stream, and an eagle watches overhead.
