Wednesday, March 28, 2012

A carpenter I am NOT!

     Ever since I was a teenager, I had always dreamed of my cabin in the woods. Somewhere tucked away in the forest, private and remote, but welcoming and warm. Wood and stone...leather, antler and bone. The smell of hickory and maple smoke coming from the chimney... A place of serenity...a fortress of solitude. Maybe in rural Maine or the U.P....an isolated mountain in Montana or in some deep secluded valley in West Virgina or Tennessee. Maybe even in the rural'est reaches of Southern Indiana perched on a hilltop overlooking the Ohio Valley.

     But, dreams are just that for the most part, dreams...and life has a way of getting in the way. Jobs, family, bills and basically being a responsible adult tend to fade those teenage dreams...At this stage in the game, a "real" cabin is far from my reality and keeps slipping further with each passing day short of a lottery hit or an unknown rich uncle...but a man (and his teenage son) needs a place. He needs his space. A place for all "his" things and a thing for all his places...A continuation of his lifestyle, a continuation of his seasons...A "Man Cave"...a den, the trophy room...but where? A basement maybe? A bonus room? An unused bedroom? The garage??? Since I have none of those or a large bank account, my options were slim to none and none was in the lead!

     Enter...The shed! An unassuming 12' by 16' storage shed in the backyard...Not exactly what Thoreau might have had in mind, but as they say "beggars can't be choosers"...It was constructed from wood after all and with a little effort and testosterone, some questionable carpentry skills, a dose of masculinity and a good cleaning, maybe, just maybe we would have our "cabin"...and so the adventure begins! Stay tuned...