Perched on jagged cliffs of the Rocky Mountains, my bushcraft log cabin rises against fierce winds and unpredictable storms. Each log, hauled by hand, symbolizes resilience. Using only an axe, saw, and instinct, I carved shelter from the wild. The terrain—riddled with drop-offs and loose stone—demanded constant vigilance. Yet, solitude taught me harmony with nature. Mornings greet me with elk calls; nights echo with distant coyotes. Though isolated, I’m never alone. This cabin, born of grit and forest wisdom, is more than shelter—it’s my sanctuary, my declaration of freedom in the untamed jungle of high-altitude wilderness.
