Walk 10 minutes away from my cabin and you will find beautiful remnants of a lost world at the open air Forest Museum. Just sixty years ago these woods were harvested by hand during long biting winters in waistdeep snow. Logged timber was either refined into charcoal in highly combustible charcoal stacks or transported out on horsesleds over watered icy roads. My 1940’s 30-bed cabin with a separate room for an often female cook was the last type built before cars and buses were able to commute workers home over weekends. Seeing snowshoes for horses and tools like ten feet double saws and huge log tongs (which were actually invented in these parts) one can only begin to imagine what these men and horses were made of. Hard times.