Showing posts with label log cabins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label log cabins. Show all posts

Monday, September 28, 2015

Fixer-upper

What would it be like to live here? Someone did, long ago.

A sturdy little cabin in the upper Bella Coola Valley, with window, wood stove, and curtains; log walls, good chinking. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that it's still furnished, too. A plank table, a chair, maybe even a cot. Big woodshed, because the winters are cold.

Needs some patching on the roof.




Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fixer-upper

I've been watching this old hunters' cabin alongside the Bella Coola highway for many years. Nobody has used it since I first saw it.


Local logs, chinked with mud. Built to last.


But the roof leaks.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Just like the fjords of home ...

Bella Coola trip, Part V: Hagensborg Church.

(Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV)

The last day of October, 1894, just before the winter set in in earnest, 120 settlers arrived in the Bella Coola Valley, from Norway, via Minnesota. A difficult time of year to start homesteading; residents have spent the summer building up their stores of food and firewood and now they are hunkering down to withstand the winds storming down from the icy slopes. But these newcomers were determined. And tough.

Their leader was a Lutheran pastor, Christian Saugstad. They intended to set up a "little Norway", where they could follow their beliefs without the controversy raging back in Minnesota.
Jacob Johnsen's house. Photo from Bella Coola Valley Museum

That first winter, they cleared land and built their log cabins, tiny shelters from the cold. Soon they were building in the traditional Norwegian style: solid, squared-off logs, neatly joined with dovetailed joints, built to last. Which they have; we can still see some as we drive up the valley.

By 1904, they had built their church, which they named after the one they had left at home; Augsburg. It is still in use today.

Our hostess is a granddaughter of the first pastor, Christian Saugstad, and lives a stone's throw from the church. She lent us the keys and we walked over.

An old photo from my album, 1980s. Slightly faded.


Simple, unpadded pews, and the original altar at the front.


One window: there are three on each side.

From inside, in the summer, the windows, with their view of the mountain ash covered in berries, almost look like stained glass.


Looking inwards: mountain ash and reflected trees.

Moody reflections.

Apples in my hostess' field; a far cry from those first days.

Vines.
Next Bella Coola post: rain on the Saloompt.
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