The Log Cabin

This weekend was a first in a long time for me, alone! Yes, alone! My husband is enjoying a trip to the cabin with some of the guys, my baby is hanging out with his Nana and Poppy, my oldest went to his Aunt’s house for the night, and I’m here sharing a story with you!

Not going to lie, I’m a little jealous that Barry is gone up in the woods without me. He’s gone to my grandparents log cabin way up in the country near Gambo. Its on a little road called Strawberry Road about an hour from the nearest town.

My Grandfather Lane built it about 25 years ago using logs that he cut up in that area. What makes it really special for me is that I helped him rhine most of those logs.

I spent a lot of time up in the woods with the my grandparents when I was younger. I loved going with them on their camping trips. First, it was in a truck camper that they had on a old Dodge pickup. It was small, but it didn’t matter because you spent most of your time outdoors when you were there. I slept on the top bunk and did fall out a time or two. But they still kept bringing me along. Then, the got a little larger camper that they used to leave by the pond. I’d still tag along. Once Pop had retired and decided to build a cabin, that’s when I couldn’t wait for the weekends!

To rhine the logs, Pop had this old-fashioned hand tool with a handle on each side and a blade in the middle that you would pull over the log and remove all of the bark. I don’t know what it is officially called. I can’t tell you how many logs I did, but looking at the cabin now it warms my heart that I did that with him. I remember the logs getting hammered together one by one until he was done. I don’t recall how he put the large ones up for the beams, but I’m pretty sure that it took an army to do that judging by the size of them!

The cabin still stands tall, even though my grandparents are at the age where they can’t enjoy it as much as they used to, but it is a place where we can go and bring our families now. Its so warm and cozy in the winter. The wood stove going, a little music in the background and cards being played on the table. Not to mention the amazing cabin food! It always tastes better at the cabin, right!

I can’t wait to hear all about Barry’s weekend and all of the fun things he got to do. Our next trip will be with the kids and spending time outdoors with them, making new memories at the log cabin.

Kristen