Aaahh...The "Shack"

The previous post references the "shack", let me explain.

I find solitude in 120 Acres of Northern Wisconsin forest. The land is owned by my wife's family, but they don't live anywhere close and make use of it only 9 days a year...during the gun deer season. Since I live close, I have the enviable task of being caretaker in exchange for unlimited use of the land. It's my own private nature preserve.

When the land originally came up for sale, an insider deal was struck within 24 hours to purchase it. It never even made it to the market. An elderly woman in California owned the land, but had not set foot on it since the 50's, and apparently her former two room lodging on the land had not been maintained since that time either. On the first visit to the land after it changed hands, Jodi's grandfather Abner proclaimed a piece of the sage advice he was famous for:

Regarding the "Shack" on our new land: "Burn it" were his only words.

The shack was falling down, obscured by trees and weeds, had holes in the roof and mice (thousands of them) in the walls. The floor was dirt, and you could practically poke your fingers through the walls. In it's "pristine" state, it encompassed about 120 Sq feet...not one of which appeared remotely salvageable. Clearly, not one single person had touched this structure since the early 50's, and the ravages of 45 years in the Wisconsin outback and winter weather had taken a huge, huge toll.

Stay tuned for Part 2