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Posted by Cliff on 2/28/2008, 5:58 pm
Link: My cabin in the sky!!!
Message modified by board administrator 3/3/2008, 6:08 pm
Click on the link below and then click on the four pictures and see one of our two wilderness cabins as it is right now this time of the year as photographed recently by a friend from an aircraft...A little snow blurry but you can get the idea of the beauty and the wilderness isolation of these California High Sierra cabins...This cabin and the older cabin built in 1850 were where I spent my 3 months summer school vacations from age 5 to about age 12, give or take, with my Nome, Alaska, goldmining pioneer extraordinaire grandfather Folsom...The cabins sit in the middle of 160 acres with several meadows and we still rent the meadows out each summer to certain cattle ranchers...The only guaranteed access to this cabin sittin' at an elevation of approx 7000ft was usually by the 4x4 army family jeep we had way back then...We normally saw no one except family members that we drove down to pick up at Blue Creek Crossing at an predetermined time...We fished and hunted for our food (we had lots of canned goods stocked in the larder by the ole wood stove as well), mended barbedwire fence, made shingles out of sugarpines, played cribbage at night by the Coleman lantern and lived off the land while doing whatever it took to keep the area operational including using #10 stumping dynamite to blow out new springs as needed...One summer we were instrumental in building a huge stone fireplace from the big rocks and 9 yards of sand we brought up five miles in the back of the jeep from the North Fork of the Mokelumne river...A professional old time fireplace builder did the actual fireplace, we just supplied the required material...I grew from a peanut to 6ft tall whilst up there...I remember my first 'show and tell' at El Dorado Grammer school was a bottle of rattlesnake rattles from the snakes that I had killed up there with the family's Colt 410 shotgun pistol...Each fall, when I returned home, my mother said I looked much more of a man than when I left...Grandfather and I were truly 'mountain men' each year for these three months and I loved it more than words can ever express...The memories of my grandfather standing by the wood stove flippin' sour-dough flapjacks in the skillet before we ventured down to Mary's Creek in search of the wary trout are still as fresh as if it was yesterday...I am truly a lucky man!!!
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