|Denis and the dogs visit Mr. Savard and his log house
|Our house in the 1970's
I have a confession to make.
I used to live in a log house.
When we bought our farmhouse near North Bay in 1985, it had been clad for many years, most recently in vinyl siding, which in some ways is a very good thing for log, as it is protected until a log house purist comes by to release it.
|The house's contemporary nearby
|now that was dumb
Unfortunately, we were not log house purists. We loved the place, sure. We built a verandah along the front of the L-shaped house, so we could watch the world pass by from our little hill-top. We built an addition linking the old house to a new carriage house/garage.
We even installed a more secure steel front door with sidelight, which necessitated chain-sawing through the log exterior wall...on a windy day. I paid for this sacrilege by sweeping up sawdust for weeks. But we did not restore the house to the original log.
|The willow saplings planted when the house was new.
|Winter...at the top of a windy hill. A reason to move south.
And then we moved.
We drove by the place this summer. Some improvements had been made. The massive stone exterior chimney had been boxed in after a fire. The pencil-sized red pines that I planted along the property line had grown to 25 feet or more. The place looks like a good home for someone. But the old log house is still keeping its secret,behind crisp white vinyl.