When I heard there was a cabin I could go to in Alaska that the family owned I had this vision of log cabin with the smoke rising into the early afernoon sky,snow drifts resting against the exterior walls. You know the kind of picture Kinkade would do or Rockwell. What I found was this plywood shack staring at me with the look of a abandoned child hoping that someone would at last love it. I loved the place at first sight and thought well it is here at least. This can be fixed. Summers are short here and as I tell my best friend "we are burning daylight lets get to it". Between my brother and friends we got the place livable in a summer and actually spent some winter nights there that would freeze the nuts off a brass monkey. The next cabin will be built for a lifetime this one lasted but a season in our lives but it was a hell of a good time!!
