When I was little, we used to camp out
alot- by the time I was 10 or 11 we decided we would build our own cabin. So, with hatchet, axe, and saw, we started taking down small trees. We built a frame and then nailed the saplings as close together as we could. We then filled the cracks with mud, and gathered some old rusty barn tin for the roof. I remember my friend Joe was very particular about picking the right site for "the cabin", so we built it right next to a creek about 50 feet from flat river. we added a rope swing and some homemade benches around the fire area. My fondest childhood memories were made right there with good friends- two of wich died in high school. Here is a picture of "the cabin". circa '82-'83
I should have re-scanned that photo-
