Little House in the Woods

Many years ago, when I was just a little girl, my grandparents built a little log cabin behind their house for the grandchildren to play in. We pieced it together with our own hands. We even used authentic mud and straw chinking between the logs. This is a little piece of McHistory.

Well, this little cabin is on it's way out, or at least that's what we thought. Papa's evaluation of the cabin noted areas of rot. He didn't think that the cabin would be salvageable. This was so disheartening, because the cabin was scheduled to be torn down to make way for Papa's new workshop.

A funny thing happened when Papa attempted to disassemble it. He attached a rope above the window, hooked the other end to his tractor, and took off! Instead of falling apart as he expected, the structure slid off of it's cinder block foundation. Papa preceded to pull the cabin across the ridge top.

Since the cabin is not actually rotten, we have a plan to move it down the mountain to our property.

So far, we have loaded the cabin on a trailer.



To accomplish this, we used two tractors and a bulldozer to pull the cabin up on the trailer and slide it into a secure position.



Almost up!



There she goes!



Papa used the bulldozer to slide the cabin forward on the trailer until it was secure enough to move down the mountain.



We did need a little bit of brawn to straighten it up on the trailer.



These two little characters watched us from a safe distance.



The cabin will stay on the trailer in the driveway until we clear a pad for it on our property.