Saturday, October 12, 2013
Many moons ago I was involved with a timber operation in the remote wild lands of Central America. My accommodation during this adventure had gone from the front seats of vehicles, a hammock hung in the jungle, to a musty smelling tent. Things progressed along and it was decided the time had come to move up in the world, plans were drawn up on a notepad one night and some of the guys were put to work on a cabin located in a quiet corner off by itself.
Several of the most experienced hands were sent up to weave the palms into the roof structure.