“It was wild and civilized at the same time. I walked around the house and lost my breath; it was as simple as that. I came in the back way, walked through the door with a little sign that said Pan-Abode and found myself in the living room. I started to breathe again. The wood literally beamed, the ceiling soared, and as for the fireplace, it presided over the entire room. … There is something inherently noble about a Pan-Abode log house. It not only shelters us, it represents us.”
