The Winter Dreaming Huts grew out of a desire to hibernate last winter, and were roughly modeled on a trapper’s hut I found many years ago where Pine Stream Flowage joined the West Branch and Chesuncook. It was built of birch bark, boards, old tin ceiling tiles, stove pipe; just a mishmash of materials, and was rapidly being consumed by the forest. But it spoke to me of comfort, security, shelter. It is in these dreamings that new work happens…a good reason to love the Maine winters!