Camp Skippy

In 1922, my father was living on the family farm located on a bluff overlooking a river. He decided he wanted to build a camp to be used by himself, friends, and family. With an ax, hammer, and saw, he and his best friend built a cabin that has stood strong for more than a century and is still in use today. He tracked his progress building the cabin and his various daily pursuits in a little diary that is the basis for this book. The text is copied from his diary exactly as he recorded it, ...