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Dad thought toy logs were too wimpy for his boys. He brought us up here to start a real cabin several years ago. It was Sol's sixth birthday, the day after Christmas, and cold as whiz.

He used the chain saw to cut down tall, straight poplar trees, whacking off the branches for us to stack. He made cabin-sized logs, notching the ends and layering them in a square, leaving a gap for a door. We stood around, shivering, trying to keep a warming tire going with the small branches. At the right time, we helped with the lifting.

On this trip, he planned to put up roof timbers, so that we could really use the cabin for camping. He also hoped we could gather rocks for a chimney. He wanted his boys to be rugged, and not sit around like house babies.

You should have seen us as we started out, it would have made a great photo. We were so excited!

JohnB had to take his pillow, of course. He was spoiled to that pillow and said he couldn‘t sleep without it. He hung his guitar strap over his shoulder, so that he could carry the heaviest part of the grub in a box. He‘s the oldest.

Scopi, you say that "Sco-pie," had to take his new telescope, he's the kind who will do it even if it weighs fifty pounds and the path is straight uphill for a mile. He thought he might be able to see more of the sky with the extra altitude, but I told him the woods would be in his way. He‘s a year older than I and a lot smarter. I had to admire his spunk, even if he didn't take my advice.

"Dad, I’ll make another trip to bring more food. There are some weird things going on in the stars. Maybe I can show you tonight," Scopi suggested, "if the sky clears up."

"Can I tie my load onto the goat?" begged Rooster. "Please let me, Dad. I can carry something else. We‘ve got to take care of her anyway. Will it be too much for her, with her pregnant?"

Dad had to stop what he was doing and weigh the question. Mom was on Rooster’s side. His legs were short for his age, and she thought Narnia wouldn't mind. Besides, the goat could nibble the briars around the cabin site.

Dad looked up at the clouds and decided, "Yes, take Narnia, but be quick. We‘ve got to get going. Maybe we‘ll have a good sky tomorrow night, Scopi."

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