This was the first log cabin that I ever helped build.
The year was 1985… that’s over thirty years ago… wow… where do the years go?
I was just a carpenter at the time, working for another builder.
I didn’t design this home nor can I claim her as one of mine, but she holds a special place in my heart.
This house, it turned out, changed the course of my life.
This is the home where I realized that I wanted to build unique homes for a career. This was my calling. This was my purpose.
Prior to working on this home, as a fifteen year old teenager, I had helped my dad build his dream home. I went on while in my early 20’s to build two homes for myself. I learned the skill and practice of salvaging materials from old structures, and on occasion, I also worked for several contractors… to pay the bills.
I worked hard during that phase of my life and learned a lot, but life was something for me to just enjoy at that time, and I had little focus. It seemed that every time I finished a project I thought that that was likely my last build… that I would then go on to getting a real job in corporate America.
It didn’t work out that way.
I had become addicted to building.
Originally posted 2015-06-17 13:21:41.