When I first bought this place, the tin roof on the original shelter was newly painted. Now, weathered and rusted from years of harsh winters and neglect, the roof on the other side has caved in. Seems like a metaphor for life. At one time pristine, but after many years of hardships we are all a little the worse for wear. I purchased it from a hunter who lived in Sturgeon Falls. He had purchased it from a local on the road behind. The local did as all others did and bought up many adjacent acres over the years when land was cheap, and over the years, as they aged, they had to sell off parcels of land they could no longer look after. My parcel was originally 90 acres, which was probably at one time part of his 440 acres. The 90 acres became divided further into 2 parcels, of which we own 40. Funny thing about buying land when you are from the big city; you buy 40 acres and it seems so big and, sure enough, you get jealous of the folks who own 200 or 400. But now, all those large parcels...
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