My first stay at the cabin was in December, 1974. Nat--Phil and Molly's eldest son and my dear friend since childhood--and I came to Islesford in the winter to rough it. The water had long since be turned off and we had to haul it in. The only heat was a drafty Franklin stove. We chopped and split wood from trees cleared when the cabin was built.The "facilities" were out in the forest--our “throne” an old wooden lobster trap with the toilet seat from the bathroom perched on top, wiping paper hung from a nearby spruce.
Our favorite pass time was to take the golf cart (Phil introduced this form of island transportation not long before) out on frigid nights and cruise around (with refreshments, of course) under a breathtakingly starry sky. We loved the solitude, the sense of being utterly away from the "world" in the silence of these woods. Photo: Bowditch cabin, Bayberry Point, Islesford.