The Ultimate DIY Project!

This is my husband Buck, circa (I'd guess) about 8 years old. I'm not giving a date! He grew up in Alaska and this is him after catching a very large trout out at Lake Clark where his family has a cabin. Lake Clark is about 150 miles west of Anchorage and is only accessible by small plane.

This is the cabin that was originally on the property before they started building a 5000 sq. ft. one from the logs on the 40 acres. It's what I think of when envisioning a "cabin."

Building a cabin out in the bush isn't an easy task. They spent 2 summers constructing it. However, before the project was to begin, they had to fly out equipment--the largest being a tractor. So, how to you get a tractor out to the bush? You wait until the lake freezes over, then land a DC9 on it! No doubt, it was quite the spectacle.


The first summer, after stripping all the logs, they stacked them with the intention of returning the next summer to start construction. However, upon returning, they discovered all the logs were moldy. They were forced to spend weeks bleaching and sanding the logs to get rid of the mold.

Buck hated going to the cabin when he was younger. All it meant was work from sunup to sundown. He wanted nothing more than to be in town with his buddies, riding bike and playing baseball. He vowed when he was old enough to get his driver's license, he'd get a job and spend summers in town chasing girls and working at the local Shakey's Pizza Parlor.

The cabin, along with it's own shop and greenhouse, is an oasis. There's a landing strip for small planes adjacent to it. It's precarious landing a plane there as the strip is gravel, starts at the edge of the lake and ends at the base of a mountain. I always get a lump in my throat when we land. Only seasoned bush pilots can attempt the feat. His uncle has crashed on several occasions, yet walked away unscathed. We joke that he has nine lives and is about down to his last two.

Now that Buck is older, he has the urge to fly out to the cabin instead of staying in town. It's nice to be away from the hustle & bustle of traffic, crowds and people in general. His father passed away at the cabin last year. What a great place to leave this earth from.









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