Daily Journal-- 2/28/11

The house was made of pure oak wood, from the forest that the house resided in. The legend is that the man who lived there chopped down the wood himself. It took him four days to chop the wood, sand it, and prep it for building. As I stepped onto the staircase of the front porch, my foot met the wobbly peice of oak that had been the feeding place for numerous termites and other indigenous creatures. Outside of the house was a wagon that was filled to the brim with weeds from the man's 10 by 20 yard garden. Icarus Brown was the name of the man who built this house atop the Lake Superior coastline. He has been a legend in the town of Lutsen since about five years, ago. At that time, he was believed to be 102 years old, however nobody in town had seen or heard of him in at least twelve years. The innovator who once was seen with a permanent twinkle in his eye, was not just a squinty old man who seemed to despise the human race. Ever since his wife, Gabby, died in 1995, he lost himself. Many people in town still believed that Icarus was still living in his house, at 107 years of age. There were numerous great stories surrounding the man, but nobody knew for sure which stories to believe and which stories were fictitious. I was here to solve the puzzle. As I opened the door into his house, everything was silent. The living room smelled like pure dust, and there were cobwebs hanging from every corner of the room. Despite the eeryness in the house, I was amazed by the beauty of the carpentry.