Author: Don Fraser
The cabin was deep in the forest. I went up there to hunt for elk like I do every winter. My Father bought the cabin years ago from an old fur trappe. My father died twenty years ago. I come to this cabin every year to honor my Father, this year was no exception, even though it is an exceptionally cold winter. I have lighted a fire in the old stone fireplace and shut the shutters to keep out the ferocious wind, It is snowing very hard outside but I am warm by the fire. I stock up on wood in the summer when my family comes with me on vacation here. My children enjoy swimming in the nearby lake. My wife and I enjoy taking walks in the forest to enjoy the splendors of nature.
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