The stone hut with the sod roof is about to celebrate its 100th birthday, and we celebrated too with a lobster and corn boil in a kind of tribute to the Sunday afternoon teas that the original family used to hold there. We too had to carry everything up the half-mile trail, but where the Gribbells drove horses, we drove cars and where they burned firewood, we burned propane. Otherwise, where was the difference of a 100 years?
Best of luck, Doug and family. We'll miss you.