Pictured here is the interior of the one cabin left standing not far from the charred remains of a multi-structure compound. My guess is that it was a hunting lodge or maybe even a summer camp given the curious presence of a swimming pool. There is evidence of electricity and plumbing and yet I can’t help but wonder how on earth the proprietors were able to keep their 1,000-gallon propane tank filled. Given the location and the wretched condition of the mostly-dirt roads, it’s easier to imagine them flying their fuel in than transporting it by truck.
Another question I find myself mulling over today…How do I leverage my 12-year-old Volvo convertible into something more rugged and reliable (an AWD has long been on my wish list anyway) so that I can do more exploring?