Death of the Forest Cabin

A Bit of History Disappears

Story and Photos by Clell G. Ballard

I’ve lived my whole life in Camas County, which is almost exactly the size of Rhode Island but has long had a population of around one thousand. The county’s single east-west valley has an elevation of about five thousand feet above sea level, while to the south are low mountains, and to the north are peaks that reach higher than ten thousand feet. Extremely cold winter temperatures (1990 saw an official low of fifty-two degrees below zero) and deep snow discourage everyone except the hardiest individuals from living here.

The farmers and ranchers who settled this area in the 1880s scratched out a living. Mining was a major effort and the remains of dozens of small operations—gold and silver mines, although lead and other trace minerals were present—can be found in all parts of the county. No major strikes were made, but some wealth was taken out of the earth. Many “prove-up” shacks were built as farming homesteads, and even in the highest mountains, every mine had some kind of shelter. A hard rock mining claim I own at 9,400 feet has a typical shack that housed miners early last century. Decades ago, the weight of ten or more feet of snow caused its collapse.

Financial success eluded everyone except a very few. Those who couldn’t make it pulled up stakes and moved on. Their dwellings, mostly simple cabins built near a convenient source of water, were abandoned. By the time I came on the scene near the middle of the twentieth century, most of the remaining cabins were known to local folks. My family had a modest home in Fairfield, the county seat, but almost every summer during the 1950s, we spent many weeks in one of those cabins. Both my parents were Idaho natives, born early in the twentieth century, and both were part of large, extended families, which meant we had access to isolated little cabins on land owned by relatives pretty much whenever we wanted. The one we stayed in every summer was next to Soldier Creek, about ten miles north of town and a couple of miles off the nearest county road. My father, who worked in town as the Fairfield postmaster, drove back and forth on summer weekdays.

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Clell G. Ballard

About Clell G. Ballard

Clell G. Ballard has lived his whole life in Camas County. He earned a Master’s degree in diplomatic history and for thirty-five years, he taught high school students in Fairfield. In the summers, he dry-land farmed with his uncle. Since 1980, Clell has had more than two hundred articles published. He has written regularly for Skinned Knuckles and Farm Collector magazines. He and his wife Marilyn, the district librarian, have five grown children.

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