In an ongoing attempt to educate myself by reading classic novels I somehow missed in school, I chose to spend a good chunk of my summer reading Walden, Henry David Thoreau's manifesto on living simply. Given that the book's subtitle is "Life in the Woods," is it any wonder that I constantly found myself comparing Thoreau to all the log-home dreamers I've encountered in my two years working on Log Home Living? There was one passage, in which Thoreau describes his dream home, that I felt particularly paralleled the desire to build a log home. Here's a little snippet of it:
I sometimes dream of a larger and more populous house, standing in a golden age, of enduring materials...which shall consist of only one room, a vast, rude, substantial, primitive hall, without ceiling or plastering, with bare rafters and purlins supporting a sort of lower heaven over one's head...where the king and queen posts stand out to receive your homage...A house whose inside is as open and manifest as a bird's nest, and you cannot go in at the front door and out the back without seeing some of its inhabitants; where to be a guest is to be presented with the freedom of the house, and not to be carefully excluded from seven eighths of it, shut up in a particular cell, and told to make yourself at home...I might visit in my old clothes a king and queen who lived simply in such a house as I have described, if I were going their way; but backing out of a modern palace will be all that I shall desire to learn, if I am ever caught in one.
That sounds like the kind of house I'd like to live in. How about you?