Me and my husband went there a day earlier. The area looked more spacious now. I had contacted the local forest management association for felling and possibly selling about twenty huge trees around the lot in fear of future strong winds blowing some of them down on the buildings. The job couldn't have been done better! We fixed the road a bit with a spade and a rake where the forest machine had broken it a bit, we "opened our forest canteen" for making food, rowed a bit on the lake and crawled into our sleeping bags and tried to sleep in our marvellous tent from the golden 70s despite already a bit chilly night, excited about the coming day.
The morning came. After the morning clouds passed away the sun started to shine for us. The first car arrived one family in it. Then came the second car and the other family in it. Just in a while after that came our son, who had been greeting granny first. We started with a "camp brunch" before the fun began. You should have seen the small boys full of energy running around and "fishing" with sticks on the shore! Their sneakers were soon soaking wet, and even their rubber boots. Finally they just played bare foot despite the mud on the shore or sticks and needles on the ground! But everybody enjoyed, even the moms. Our dear old dog had to have his rest in the tent once in a while, though, for soon turning 16 is a high age!
The men started the hard work. The chainsaw sang and the axes knocked as they cut the branches off and the trunks shorter for carrying and piling the wood. The weather was hot and it was important to pause for a drink. At the end of the day, most of the area was clear. There was a nice pile of trunks at side and a few big piles of thinner trunks and branches in the center of the site waiting for to be burned later, perhaps.
I made a small tour with others in the end. I gave each a map of my land, we walked and I explained what the area was like and how it will be treated in the future for the forest to grow in a proper way. This will be for all of us. Piece by piece the land and the cabin lot will take form to be a nice place for all of us to enjoy it together.
I went back a week later on my own to meet with a surveyor. In case you didn't know, I can tell you now that landowners don't automatically own the land which separates the land from a lake. This marshland or accretion, which mostly is wasteland, I want to buy. I want to be sure I will be able to do with the shoreline whatever I please without anyone saying a word on it. There we walked on the mossy swampy waterfront, the surveyor making measurements and I founding out we will be able to pick a lot of cranberries soon on the shore just when the berries are ripe enough!
