Really, I am still just a long-haired country boy – at heart. Oh, sure, the hair is not long anymore. Hell, the hair is barely there anymore. The body cannot do what it used to. The light is still on, but sometimes the old codger living within is out for a stroll. Still, that long-haired-country-boy-spirit, of hard work and willingness to tackle a challenge, persists.
And so it was this spirit motivated me and a life-long, back-woodsy friend of mine, to tackle the challenge of constructing what had only been a dream, and do it in a fashion well beyond what had been either of our individual dreams. To put our tents in the attic and build a cabin in our favorite neck of the woods from the reclaimed lumber of an old, washed-up, single-lane, wooden bridge.
The individual posts in this blog chronicle the 287 days it took (with a little help here and there from friends and family) to see our dream to fruition. I hope you enjoy our story, and our journey!