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Log cabin contemplations: hanging out at a commune

Last week I wrote about some of the weirdness of moving back into my childhood home for a month. It's a little different than it was when I was an isolated only child growing up here, though: my childhood home is now a commune and functioning eco-retreat type thing called Sacred Groves. At any given time, there are a mix of a half dozen to a dozen adults and children living here, walking the paths I used to haunt alone. Sometimes it's awesome, and sometimes it's, well, a little overwhelming.

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Log cabin contemplations: the history & the scheme

It was 1975 and my parents' "back to the land" impulses were in full swing. Although they had an infant (me) and were a geography professor and a nursing student (him, her) with no experience in construction or building (any of us), they decided to build a log cabin on Bainbridge Island, WA. My father, ever the researcher, read a bunch of books about the subject, and March of 1976 they broke ground on the 1000 square foot cabin I grew up in.

In 2011, I temporarily moved back in.