Why I Burned Down My Log Cabin | Full Story

This is the story of how I lost my log cabin, covering over two years of my journey to disappear into the wild. I built this cabin alone, deep in the north. Showing up in this place for the first time I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. I staked out a Placer mining gold claim, with the intentions of mining it like the old timers did, by hand and using a make shift wash plant. But first I needed somewhere to live. When I arrived here this was a completely raw piece of land. I made a small camp and began the long process of going from trees standing in the forest, to a cozy and warm log cabin. This would be the first time I have tried building a log cabin. I learned many lessons along the way, the main one being that really its just a whole lot of work. Much more elbow grease than skill. Follow along as I share the entire story of my time in the north. Not just the building, but all the life lived in between. From nights looking at the northern lights dancing over head, to building my first green house and having it torn up by a grumpy grizzly bear.