"I had daydreams and fantasies when I was growing up.
I always wanted to live in a log cabin at the foot of a mountain.
I would ride my horse to town and pick up provisions.
Then return to the cabin, with a big open fire, a record player and peace."
I can see from the carving over the doorway who built it.
But I can't understand why it was abandoned.
Grandfather, father and son?
It must contain some sweet, sweet memories...
~Nancy ~ 254/365