Journal 40: Ravaged and Restored; The Logging History of Raspberry Mountain

Imagine this, you step out of your cabin one crisp morning, coffee in hand, expecting the familiar scent of pine and the soft whisper of wind through the trees. But instead of towering evergreens, your eyes meet a sea of stumps. Piles of sawdust lie where shadows once fell, and the forest’s green canopy has been replaced by open sky. Hard to imagine, but that nightmare nearly came true.