I spoke too soon… My plans for a shorter camping trip came to nothing, as my bum hip has started acting up. Under the circumstances I didn’t think it wise to spend a couple of nights in a tent – I need a softer bed than what is possbile roughing it while camping.
This old barn is part of an old homestead in a beautiful spot just outside town. It’s only accessible by boat – or by walking about 2 km from the end of a loggers road. That’s what I did the other day.
Who were they, the people that homesteaded here?
