years of climbing the castle stairs, he walks a little stiff-legged. His ancestors were Irish, and he practices the bagpipes. Summer nights, he sleeps outdoors on the castle terrace above the river.
In the living room of his castle, a framed black-and-white photo sits on a side table. It shows a building made of rough stone.
'My great grandfather came from around Cork in Ireland,' Bob says, holding the photograph, 'and he built this house out of stone in North Dakota. He must've come out to North Dakota in the 1870s. It is since in ruins, but the historical society is trying to restore it.'
About his own building project, Bob says, 'I don't know why I wanted to build a castle. I just saw some pictures of some gatehouses. And I'd seen some gatehouses in Ireland and Scotland, and I thought it would be kind of fun. Then I got carried away. I went crazy.'
Beginning in 1988, he built his 4,800-square-foot castle out of rough-faced concrete block. Rising four floors with a basement, the walls are twenty inches thick, consisting of two rows of eight-inch-thick block with a space of about four inches between them. For reinforcement, a grid of three-quarter-inch steel rebar holds each wall, and every third row of blocks is filled solid with concrete. For insulation, the hollow inside the walls is filled with vermiculite. That four-inch hollow also holds the wiring conduit and plumbing.
Like Roger DeClements's castle, the heat comes from water heated in a basement boiler and routed through pipes in the concrete floor.
Steel beams support the first floor. Upper floors rest on closely spaced eight-by-twelve beams.
Bob will tell you, 'I bought all the beams at a sale in Salem, Oregon, when a company had gone broke. I went down and looked at them and bought the whole two truckloads. I thought… I'll use them for something. At that time, it occurred to me to build the castle.'
He adds, 'I should never have found those beams.'
First he built a teepee across the small lake from his future castle site. He lived in his wood shake teepee the entire time he was building.
Much of what Bob built with came here-like Bob himself-from a previous life somewhere else. 'I read the want ads all the time,' he says. 'A lot of this stuff here is old planks and old lumber that we ran through the planer right here.'
The beams came from a bankruptcy sale. The steel roof came from an old Standard Oil building being torn down. The bathroom vanities are antique dressers with a hole cut in the top for a recessed sink. The bar is from the old East Ave Tavern in Portland, Oregon. All the insulation he got for free from a Safeway supermarket being remodeled.
Like Roger's castle, the windows and doors are pointed Gothic arches-including a tall stained-glass mural inside the spiral stairwell. There are no curtains, but there are no neighbors, either. The floors are stone: slate from China or nearby Mount Adams.
Laying the concrete-block walls, he worked with an old mason who did near-perfect work. 'He was slow,' Bob remembers, 'but he knew the business. When we got to the top floor, our roof was only off by three-eighths of an inch. This place was absolutely square.
Unlike Jerry Bjorklund, height wasn't an issue with local planners in Klickitat County. 'They really didn't bother me about height,' Bob says. 'Now they would. Now they're pretty particular. And because I have so many code violations inside the house-like the stairwell, where I don't meet specifications-for my final inspection, they came out here and said, 'Bob, we'd just as soon you never got a final inspection. That's where we left that.'
Even without the final official sign-off, he's confident he's inside the law. 'My original permit goes back so far,' Bob says. 'Since then the rules have changed, so I'm grandfathered under an older disposition as far as the county inspections are concerned.'
But going up to sixty-five feet did complicate some details. 'The wiring,' he says, 'is all inside conduit. It had to be. By the time I got to the place I was going to put my electricity in, the inspector said it was a commercial building because it was over three floors, so everything has to be in conduit. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't use it, but now I'm glad I did.' Like the DeClements castle, tall evergreen trees stand so near the castle walls the gutters have to be cleaned of their needles. It's a terrifying job, so high up, but with forest fires a threat, it has to be done. Still, with the river so close and a constant, heavy flow of water from the natural artesian well, Bob's not too worried.
'The fire danger is modest to light because of the situation along the river,' he says. 'Nobody camps here because the government owns most of the surrounding land. But fire is one of the reasons why I went with concrete and steel.'
All day long, in good weather, people raft and kayak past the west side of the castle. The river's rushing babble is the background sound to every minute here.
'See that rock over there?' Bob says, pointing at the steep cliffs on the opposite side of the White Salmon River. 'It's the same kind of rock over here. So when I put my foundation in, I was right on bedrock. When the guy came to inspect my foundation, he said, 'What the hell are you expecting? Are you going to make a bomb shelter? I said, 'If the river ever comes up, it's not going to take my house out.»
And Bob Nippolt's glad he did. 'In 1995, they had a hundred-year flood,' he says. 'The river crested four or five feet from right here. There were logs and chairs and everything in the world coming downstream.'
With its bomb-shelter basement and huge beams, Bob admits most of his house is overbuilt. Getting it done took seven or eight years of less-than-continuous work. 'I'd shut down in the wintertime,' Bob says, 'or I'd run out of money.'
Unlike Jerry, Bob found bankers were willing to lend him money for his dream.
'I don't think financing was a problem,' he says. 'I have a loan through Countrywide-they were very happy to finance me. Earlier on, I had a local bank finance me. At that time, the house was fairly well known. As far as fire and things, it's pretty impervious to most disasters.'
Those «disasters» include the parties. 'I feel my house is just about impervious to people, too,' Bob says. 'I've been here with three hundred people all dancing in the living room.'
Then there are always the uninvited guests. Pointing out water stain on the white inside walls, Bob says, 'A rodent got in the bottom of the downspout, and the pipe filled up and broke off and the water was directed into my unfinished top floor So I did get water throughout the house.'
Instead of concrete block, the inside walls are finished with rough plaster painted white. 'To make it look like wattle,' Bob says, 'first we put plaster on with the straw mixed in, but that wasn't working. Then we found out that if we cut the straw into about six-to-eight-inch lengths, then put the plaster on, then patted the straw into the wet plaster, then we got fairly close to what we wanted.'
Pointing out the three chimneys-two for fireplaces, and one for the basement oil-fired boiler-he says, 'Last winter I came home from Hood River and there was a large animal behind the TV, moving. That's the day a duck had flown down the flue. He came down to the fireplace and into the house. I had a hell of a time getting him out.'
And like Jerry and Roger, he gets the curious people. Bob says, 'A few times in the summertime people show up. It's mostly because I have so many friends in the area. They all say, 'Oh well, Bob doesn't care. Let's go see Bob.»
He adds, 'And it works-long as they bring whiskey.'
In an odd coincidence, MTV contacted both Bob Nippolt and Roger DeClements about renting their castles to film an episode of the television show Reel World. Roger told them no. Bob liked the idea, but it was too late in the season for the network to get motel rooms in the area for its fifty-person production team.
At this time, the top floor is unfinished. Wide arched windows look out over the stone terraces far below. 'I'm not afraid of heights,' Bob says. 'I've parachuted and hang-glided. Heights don't bother me. The only thing that bothers me now is I don't have any knees left. I'm not as agile as I was.'
This year, he's planting his twenty-six acres with hay and trees in order to qualify for lower property taxes. He's building a massive new front entry that supports a stone patio off the second-floor bedrooms.
What he'd like to do is build a second wing, a glassed-in dining room off the kitchen. And he'd like to replace the windows he made by hand in the basement, taking apart and re-using the parts of Andersen windows he got cheap. For the outside windowsills, he wishes he'd used concrete sill block instead of construction-grade foam.
'Because I was just making the place for myself. I probably should've designed for a lot more closet space,'
