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A Series on Log House Building, #4

I never had any intention to build my own log house. In the beginning we hired a guy to make a round log house package. We visited a site where he was making a gazebo. The walls were up and it was mostly done. It looked perfect.  He was available and he had enough logs to do our job. He started his logging process. I spent the first winter making house plans from scratch (that’s me), sizing everything  and hoping I didn’t miss any technical details. I had never done this before so it was really daunting.

When the guy was peeling the logs and started assembling the walls on his place, we went to see the progress.


Pink Mountain from a distance

On our way we decided to check out Pink Mountain. I wanted to know if it was really pink. I’m always curious about why and how places get there names. There’s a place north of here called 101, yah…one-o-one, and one called Prophet River, and so on. As we got closer to the Mountain down a little narrow, dusty dirt road I caught sight of an open, rocky area on the side of it. It was pink! …wait a minute: pink rocks. Have I ever mentioned that I like rocks? Hubby kept going while I spurred him on. The hills started to get steeper and the road turned to a small windy and bumpy trail.  After a several minutes the trees disappeared on our left side and I could see that the edge of the road was the edge of a cliff and beyond that was a valley floor getting farther and farther away. The pickup was taking steeper and steeper inclines, the trail had places where parts of it had fallen…yeesh, way down there! Hubby was on the side nearer the cliff which should have made me feel safe, but instead I was arriving and my ‘peak’ distress point because all I could see out his side of the window were the clouds. Finally, when he reached a  point where there was a switch in the direction of the climb and it was slightly more level I ordered him to stop. “Really” he grinned, as he kept going. That’s when I got adamant quickly. I told him that if he didn’t stop I would jump out. “How will you get there, we can’t turn around” he said. “I will walk” I told him with determination (I’m the woman that used to build tree forts 50 feet+/- off the ground). I had totally lost it!


More mountain rocks

We continued towards the top, although it was a hardship. The beauty of the valleys below us and the clouds that were skinning over our heads was surreal. The vegetation was unique until there was none at all. Then all there was left at the peak was beautiful coloured rock.It looked like there had been a deep and tremendous fire within them. They were pink, red,rusty,and orange all mixed together or in masses of colour. It was quite shale-like so I took home some souvenirs.

mountain rocks

Mountain rocks









Back to the logs and our project. We saw the logs laid out in a deck and some had been constructed into temporary walls. When it was done we would haul the logs home and reconstruct the house.


Debarking the logs


Making the logs








Next post: Starting the basement.


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4 Responses to “A Series on Log House Building, #4”

  1. Naomi says:

    Where is Pink Mountain? It’s beautiful!

    • sherry says:

      A few hours north of Dawson Creek, BC. It’s nice too because there’s a trail so you don’t get lost.

  2. Naomi says:

    I might just have to visit it some day. I want some of that rock!


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