Everybody is curious about how we came to have a cabin in Minnesota. Some of you will be satisfied to know that the owner thereof didn’t think he could use it anymore and offered to sell it to us. So we bought.
At any rate, this cabin is “off the grid” and rather unfinished. Even so, it is habitable and nestled in the spruce on the iron range in NE Minnesota. At night, the stars hang just above the tree tops out the bedroom window and the sound you hear is the ore train now and then instead of traffic. It’s quiet there. A cook stove in the kitchen is the soul of warmth and a grand place to cook and bake. I still have to learn the quirks of this particular stove in order to bake in it. There are muddy bear paw prints on the outside of one of the living room windows that I am anxious to wash off. No kidding. In fact I think we will leave the print that is on the tyvek when we wash the window.
Stone House Scribblings 
So to whom is the drawing credited? It looks nice by the way. I have an idea or two for the bear…. Does your husband have any experience with a bullwhip? ~GB
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Wow so happy for you. WE would just love to have a cabin in the middle of no mans land. May we come to visit some time.
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Gabe, it is just a pencil drawing button in one of my picture programs. It's actually a photograph.
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I suspected as much. I guess we'll get to see it ourselves this summer sometime…. ~GB
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Maybe we should have a sister reunion at your cabin? Looks lovely.
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Oh to reach out and touch the stars again. I remember as a kid growing up, laying out on the grass, just looking at the huge maze of stars.
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If you girls can put up with an outhouse, we can use our cabin.
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