In the late 1980s my parents purchased a small forest service cabin on Mount Hood, an hour east of Portland, Oregon, where we lived. Built in the 1930s or ‘40s, it was modest, with two army surplus cots in a sleeping loft, a wood stove for heat, and a clawfoot tub that often required water to be boiled on the kitchen stove before a bath. It was heaven. …
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