Letter: Loud vehicles ruin the solitude on the trail

Walking through foothills near my home, thoughts flow of people who lived there way before I was born.My great-grandfather built a house 140-plus years ago, one of the first and still standing. I guess he cut and dragged logs out of the mountains with a team. He made the foundation of stone. I wonder how long it took to cut the logs so precisely, what sealed the spaces.I stumble upon pottery shards from Native Americans who lived in the valley. My great-grandfather wrote of reluctantly hunting s