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.
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"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 the photo at left or https://www.facebook.com/540677794/videos/1032429064132021/