Bought by my great-grandfather for $50. He got 11 acres on Georgetown Island, Maine on a plot of land with no road. Still, the only way in is by boat. We share it with the entire family. All eight brothers and sisters and all of their kids, some of whom who are now having kids. At night it’s so dark you can’t tell if your eyes are closed or open.
My dad built this cabin in the Oregon Coast Range when he was 25 after dropping out of Reed College and moving ‘back to the land.’ Since then it has reverted to the earth and only in the past five years have I started to restore it. In the process, I like to think about his life in the cabin and his creative inspiration. He had the big blue doors custom welded and a horse stall adjacent to the kitchen downstairs so that he could check in on his Percheron buddy Blue while eating breakfast.