“When you want to get away from a fast paced urban life, there’s nothing quite like relaxing in a log cabin.”
Site of future log cabin
Freshly fallen snow
View to the North
We awoke this morning to a dusting of fresh still falling snow. After two very large cups of black coffee, I grabbed our Cannon Powershot A560 to try and capture what it feels like to wake up in rural Iowa this time of year.
To the North of our house are rolling fields of grass, timber, and corn. Behind the 32 by 70 ft red barn (where we host our annual music festival) there is a one hundred year old windbreak. Behind the windbreak (first picture above) is the spot where I would like to build a 12 ft by 16 ft log cabin.
From here it is easy to imagine you have just stepped back in time 170 years. Try to imagine stepping into the cabin with its field-stone fireplace on the West wall, an authentic antique bed frame to the left as you enter, two wooden chairs and a table by the window on the right. On the porch is stacked a chord of split wood….
Speaking of split wood…
I love the smell of wood smoke coming from a chimney, my parents still heat with wood though dad said this might be the last year :-(
I grew up cutting , splitting, hauling and stacking wood to heat our home. I can still remember grandpa and I heading to the timber with the John Deere, a hay rack, and the Bobcat skid loader. There was a tangled pile of dead trees just East of our farm. We would hook the log chain around a tree trunk, pull it away from the pile, cut off the smaller branches, then load the trunk onto the hay rack with the skid loader , to be cut up in smaller chunks later back at home.
My favorite time of year to cut wood is on a day like today, when it’s about 20 degrees. I enjoy the whole experience- the feeling of power as the 18 inch husqvarna chainsaw chews it’s way through a dead tree, the smell of wood chips and gas, working up a sweat- even though you’re dressed from head to toe.
At the end of the day after a hot bath and something to eat I guarantee you’ll sleep like a baby. _______________________________________________________________
So tell me, when you think of getting away from it all what would that look like to you? Describe it in detail.