My name is Stuart Hickox.
In 1994, I wanted a private place where I could go alone to reflect and heal and write. I’d had a complex and often difficult relationship with Prince Edward Island (and myself), so I wanted to find a safe place to figure things out.
My search led me to a devastated 10-acre plot of land. It has been recently clear-cut of its softwood trees, and was waist-deep in debris. The price was right, though, and the view of rolling PEI farmland was incredible.
Family and friends helped clear and replant 8500 tiny seedlings. Then a local draftsman helped sketch a cabin where I could write and “get out of the rain” on my land. We settled on the design of a carriage house, one of the smaller barns on a traditional PEI homestead. Because I lived far away in Ottawa, people thought I was nuts. I loved that. Other people said my tiny writing cabin on the clear cut was “very Thoreau.” I had no idea what they meant.
Then I discovered Henry David Thoreau and his classic philosophical treatise “Walden, Or; Life in the Woods,” and was blown away at how my little place accidentally reflected his world-view and spirit.
Walden Cabin was reborn, by accident, on PEI.
Nearly a quarter-century later, the trees are grown and so have I. Walden is our space. These are our stories and observations.