I wish it was more exciting but the cabin was gone which to be honest was what I expected. It was quite a place. My Grandfather, his Brothers, my Dad, his Brother and a few other relatives were a mix of carpenters and mechanics and most were in the RCAF at one time. They some how picked up 2 wooden crates that airplane parts were shipped in. Each one was about a 10' cube. They tore them apart. moved them there, reassembled them as a 2 room cabin and put a peaked roof on it that made for a good loft area. It was a great place to go fishing and listen to never ending Air Force stories.WOW! Would love to see pictures and learn more about this story.
Like most places, the roads were quite different in the 60s and there were less of them. I collect old gas station maps and tried to trace the route we took back then. I couldn't do it exactly but sure got an appreciation of how long the trip took. I stopped for lunch at a picnic area that used to be a campground that was probably active into the 70s. I didn't know it existed but no doubt drove by it many times as a kid. It will now be a destination when I travel up that way (Parry Sound area in Ontario).
This is it after a later addition and a paint job along with a pic of my Grandfather, the "Head Carpenter". Also one of the abandoned campground and my 89 Cherokee.