Nestled deep in the forest, I found salvation in a storm-felled giant. Its upturned roots formed a natural wall—twisted, earth-caked, and surprisingly sturdy. Using the trunk as my spine, I wove smaller logs through the root lattice, chinking gaps with moss and clay. The canopy overhead shielded me from rain; the roots anchored my shelter like ancient hands. Inside, the scent of damp wood and pine filled the air. It wasn’t just a cabin—it was a partnership with the wild. By honoring the fallen giant, I turned loss into refuge, crafting a bushcraft haven where nature and survival intertwined.
