It still stands fairly straight.
Weather beaten. Tired. Dry. Chinked with a concrete mix overlain with split shingles.
A scant 15’ by 15’. The corners are blunt ends, not dove tailed or joined in any way.
A door. Two windows. A stovepipe.
Floorboards have disappeared.
With a bit of work, she’d be livable again. No plumbing. No insulation. Just one tiny open concept cabin. But the bad news? This is not the Lord’s cabin according to locals. Whose then? I’m not sure. I have the feeling it is “newer” with that chinking. I’d like to know…
It is a remnant of dreams, of stories untold. Whispers of desires met, of love lost, of sadness, swirl through the surrounding grass, joining in the music and flow of the creek. While it may slip into history unknown, there is a strength in its logs. These people were tough, hardworking, souls, willing to put out big effort in search of a better life. Expecting little, having little, they tried. So many of these places dot the landscape of the west. So many stories lost to the wind.
What about that floor? Is it part of the roof fallen in? And what is that “box” in the corner? Was it part of a bed?
The floor is just the joists it sat on… the floor boards are gone. The roof is just missing some boards, it really hasn’t fallen in. The box in the corner may have been for wood or storage. It is much too small for a bed or part of one.
Thanks for clearing that up. I thought the box looked too small for a bed, but I wondered where they slept. That cabin looks really small.