The Writing Cabin's typewriter has produced the drafts for many a book.
Every summer: Flower boxes. Why? Why not.
Nighthawks lay their camouflaged eggs on bare ground in clearcuts above the log cabin.
The 20-acre pasture separates the log cabin from the riverbank trail and the two big spruces.
The playhouse I built for our daughter Karen 30 years ago had been crushed by a falling tree.
After cleaning up the site, perhaps the playhouse could be salvaged to serve another generation.
A picnic by the river with last fall's blackberry wine.
A candle suffices to light our upstairs bedroom.
September 15, 2022
Is it possible to play an organ fugue at our remote Oregon log cabin, miles from roads, electricity, and the Internet? Only with a harmonium, an Indian reed instrument I've modified for use with Pachelbel. Click here to allow me to demonstrate: https://youtu.be/KLo-P_vqvbc
September 17, 2023
Fall is blackberry time at the log cabin. Blackberry wine is surprisingly easy to make. Just add a pinch of yeast to the juice, and maybe some sugar. The process is more complicated if your berries are 1.5 miles from a road at a remote cabin in the Oregon Coast Range. See the whole story at https://youtu.be/S_gqGUsVIFA .
August 22, 2023
It's time to replace the outhouse roof. But how do you remove the mossy leaking shakes with new ones without compromising the historic incompetence of the original structure? And do you even want to finish right away? Part of of the fun of a project at the log cabin is taking your time. For the full story, see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Plg7d6PNnk8 .
April 8, 2023
For spring vacation Janell and I hiked with our two cats to our remote log cabin in Oregon's Coast Range. A waterfall and mudfields turned the trail into a slog. The river rose amid torrential rain. We set up camp at the guest cabin, a quarter mile short of the log cabin, and found our wilderness pasture had been claimed by a shy herd of 80 elk.
April 9, 2023
Spring Vacation at our Oregon log cabin, Part II: Trilliums bloomed and daughter-in-law Lea baked an apple pie for my 70th birthday. The doorlatch is still a string, and the chairs are still held together with dovetails and pegs. At the writing cabin I worked out the plot for the last of my Viking historical novels. Even after the rainclouds parted, the wild river rose.
https://youtu.be/YMbrl14KjqE October 10, 2022
For winter firewood, Janell and I decided to cut down an alder tree with our two-man crosscut saw. Once upon a time we wore hard hats for this kind of work, and we still should. But every logger knows the truth -- if you cut the tree down wrong and it falls on you, it will squash you like a bug. (For the video, click https://youtu.be/YMbrl14KjqE )
May 2023 -- When we hiked 1.5 miles into our log cabin in the Oregon Coast Range at the start of summer this year we found some surprises and a lot of wildflowers. Our cat Spot was just glad to finally go wild. (4 minute video at https://youtu.be/gg_98kFgeN4 )
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April 17, 2022
"Grampa Bill and the Egg" is a log cabin book I created for our two grandkids and for Max and Maia Echeverria of Bend. It's goofy enough, however, for any preschoolers.
August 2022 --
Who says chopping wood has to be a lengthy chore? At our log cabin I split and stacked an entire red alder tree in 90 seconds, although I'll admit I was bushed afterwards. The trick is to stack the wood on end so you don't have to set each piece up on a chopping block. To see the video, click https://youtu.be/K_Bn5P9ol88
October 2022 --
A Douglas squirrel has been bombarding the roof of the cabin with spruce cones, BANG!, starting at 5am. The industrious squirrel is cutting the cones from the top of a tall tree in order to gather the seeds later for winter. In the meantime, BANG!, the cats are hiding in terror. Watch the video here:
To slow the pace, try a "Meander Tour." Our Oregon log cabin is miles from the ocean, but the river gets six feet of tide, so it flows backwards almost as much as forwards. Janell and I set up chairs in our rowboat, shipped the oars, and waited. In the first hour we drifted a mile and half upstream. While the river paused for 15 minutes we broke out uncooked cocoa cookies and coffee. Then we drifted home for an hour, mesmerized by a movie in reverse. Watch the video at https://youtu.be/4chD2RNThJI