. . . Wes, park it on the road, and drive the sleds through the woods to get there. . . it's funny, because the tracks leading back look like a snowmobile trail, and we'd always get groups of people pulling up to the house thinking they were on a trail. . . .
. . . sadly the place is gone. . . . it was my mother & stepfathers . . . . we built it about 25 years ago, and when they retired they moved to florida for the winters. . . . they spent the summers here, and I had sole use of it from October to May each year. . . . however nice it is to spend some quiet time, they felt 5 months straight was a little too much time in isolation. . . . They offered it to me, but 65K for a weekend retreat is out of this humble postal workers salary range. . . . so, last year it went bye bye . . . .
