This little log cabin is half-way between our camp in Leetonia and Cedar Run. We use it as a marker in the winter to know which way to walk for help. Before it...Cedar Run after it home.
It has to be the quintessential log cabin when you think of a little camp in the woods. Nestled among the trees with the waters of Cedar Run running past the porch and water trickling down the side of a cliff opposite the camp. It is tiny only about 16' x 24 and one room. The privy is outside and the only running water goes past it in the creek. It is truly the kind of place a pioneer would have built small efficient shelter, close to water and easily heated with wood. A man that built this out of red pine logs cut in the area, not a log kit milled into straight lincoln logs from a factory, rough irregular logs, fresh from the woods.
So many of the log cabins today are pretentious, large 3000+ sq ft mansions that have long since departed from the wisdom of the early pioneers. Make it large enough to keep you dry and warm and not a foot bigger.
Well, today brought rain and gloomy weather. Just in time to perk up the mud on the roads. So Mud warnings are still in effect. Mountain Girl, Paula, typing out.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
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