The Perfect Cabin

My Facebook feed has been filled recently with photos of rustic shelters, most of which are accompanied by text declaring them the perfect homes.

I beg to differ.

Having lived in some rather basic shacks and cabins over the years, I’ve found that the romantic notion of such accommodations quickly fades.

A dugout with a pole roof covered with moss doesn’t call to me.

My first home in Cooke City was an old cabin with low ceilings that was built into the mountainside. It was warm and cozy if the stove was going, but returning home from a trip to town typically involved building a fire in a cold s...