Log building has been around for centuries. Often throughout my travels in the north I have stumbled upon old structures. Remnants of the past representing many long hours of labour yet providing safe haven for the wonderer. Some structures are elaborate and other meant to be temporary such as trappers cabins. I found this old home on Galliano Island off of the west coast of Canada. Once I began to explore I found it to be steeped in history.
Obviously it had been abandoned the door never locked it beckoned me to step inside to a turn of the century quest of discovery. The only source of heat was an old kitchen stove, no power, a hand pump in the kitchen sink. Several old coal oil lamps stood where they had been left. Disturbing nothing I found the shelves in the kitchen held old flour cans, recipe books and several artifacts. I was actually rather surprised to find very little disturbed.
The rules of the far north say never lock your door, take what you need to survive and be certain to leave a note of thanks. If possible leave something useful for the next traveller. Even though this was in the lower portions of Canada it was refreshing to see nothing had been vandalized or removed.
Looking from the road this is what caught my eye. Four deer stood in the small meadow grazing and did not seem alarmed as I stopped. It is so special to see building such as this returning back to nature. What was even more gratifying was to not see a square box of modern architecture replacing it. I made some enquiries and was told the family who owned it had been one of the first settlers in the area during the turn of the century. The Island itself had once been the hub of logging virgin growth timber. Remnants of the logging could barely be seen as 2nd growth timber stood tall and proud.
This was also one of the older buildings, once a barn I suspect which housed several horses used in logging.
The Island itself is 3 miles wide at its maximum and 7 miles long. Today it has 70 miles of road and is populated by several newer homes but still has that nostalgic feel about it. The only way to the Island is by ferry with two passages a day. The locals are all friendly and more than accommodating at sharing the local history.
Stopping time for but a few minutes helps the soul to appreciate what we have today. The lifestyle of the day is a powerful testimony of its simplicity. Such places bring peace to the mind and soul.
Hugs from Canada
© Rolly A. Chabot