At the age of 21, I grabbed my stuff and moved up the street from the family cabin for the first night in my own cabin. The logs were green and frozen, so the fridge was putting things against the wall. Those were outhouse days, and I was trying to recreate the experience we had as kids, so the first year I did not have electricity. Coal oil lamps, and a Fisher Baby Bear stove in the basement to try and keep warm. Lots of good times, some not so good times, and some regrets.
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