One year after Sara Walker had discovered the cabin built by Herschel Allen and the grave of Jim Smith, she stood with her husband Kevin outside the little log structure that had sheltered her when she had needed it most. They had been back to the cabin and grave several times since the discovery, and with each time, Sara felt a sense of reverence for it. This time was no different.
“I still can’t believe you found this place the way you did,” Kevin told Sara as she pushed the door open.
Sara smiled and replied, “I know exactly what you mean. If I had not experienced it for myself, I would never have believed it if someone had told me it had happened to them.”
As they walked inside, Kevin asked, “You really feel like they are here in this cabin, don’t you?”
“No,” Sara answered. “I fee
