Armed with only an axe and survival knowledge, I felled small, straight trees in the dense forest. Using traditional notching techniques, I stacked logs tightly, sealing gaps with mud and moss. The A-frame roof—layered with bark shingles—deflected rain perfectly. Inside, a compact stone hearth provided warmth through the night. Over 24 intense hours, I worked tirelessly, fueled by determination and granola bars. As dusk fell the second evening, I sat by the fire, listening to howling wind outside and feeling immense pride. My sturdy cabin stood firm—proof that with skill and grit, you can forge shelter and safety from the wild itself.
