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Originally Posted by vixweb
When I was little, we used to camp out alot- by the time I was 10 or 11 we decided we would build our own cabin. So, with hatchet, axe, and saw, we started taking down small trees. We built a frame and then nailed the saplings as close together as we could. We then filled the cracks with mud, and gathered some old rusty barn tin for the roof. I remember my friend Joe was very particular about picking the right site for "the cabin", so we built it right next to a creek about 50 feet from flat river. we added a rope swing and some homemade benches around the fire area. My fondest childhood memories were made right there with good friends- two of wich died in high school. Here is a picture of "the cabin". circa '82-'83
I should have re-scanned that photo-  |
I remember those fort building days. Seems like the only thing your fort was missing was a bridge across the creek.
We had woods full of trails. If you were observant enough you sometimes would see a black plastic bag hanging in a tree or tucked away under a bush. Inside was usually a penthouse or hustler
