He had a float plane and flew into his palatial looking place on Lake Seymour when he wasn't busy preaching. H owever, Lake Seymour and Vermont didn't turn out to be quite his cup of tea. The seclusion wasn't quite up to par. You see under Vermont law, you can't keep people off a sandspit 15 yards into the lake from a property. So he sold his log cabin that looks like something transported from the California redwoods and left.
Some people think the property is an eye sore.
Others put it down to extravagant exuberance.