This is not a city experience; this is not a suburb experience; this is not even a Centennial or Albany experience. This is a wilderness experience. This cabin was not made from a kit. It was made from trees felled right on the spot where the cabin sits, each coarse of logs laid out by hand, without cranes or machines—just man against his own limitations. It was a labor of love. It was a desire to know how our forefathers did it and how they survived it. The space On a clear night, turn off all the cabin lights, look up, and see the night sky without the light pollution of the suburbs—see the Milky Way the way our forefathers did as they crossed this incredible land. During the day, sway on the porch hammock and leave work and reality behind you. Guest access This is a very private place. It is protected from vehicle traffic, and pedestrians, behind a locked U.S. Forest Service gate. Some years I've had no one find me here at all. I have never had a winter snowmobiler pass by. It is a hunter's paradise, or a great place to start that book you've always wanted to author. Other things to note We have had years of successful hunts up at our cozy hunting paradise. Through good weather and bad, we have always had a warm comfortable cabin to come home to, good food, and good company. It was always a great experience, even for the ladies.