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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

"My Log Cabin 1985"

Behold paradise on Earth.
Flickr member andolent shares the story of this retreat that he built by himself and lived in for 8 years:
I lived here for about eight years, and owned it for about fifteen years after I built it in 1976 with local fieldstone and oak logs I cut, peeled and notched on the site, working alone with hand tools. It had no plumbing, I carried water from a nearby spring, and I heated it in winter with about half a cord of wood a week which I cut and burned in the open fireplace. Eventually I moved into Asheville and had to sell it, but it was a large part of my life, and I miss it more with each passing year.
I don't blame him.

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