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...such, they were among the last of America's homesteaders, joining a tradition of pioneers who for a century had been building log cabins and clearing a little of the remaining wilderness in exchange for 160 acres of free federal land. For Carol and Marino, it seemed a risk worth taking. "Nothing belonged to us in Detroit," Carol recalls. "We had a trailer on a lot that belonged to somebody else. Marino was a repairman for the gas company in the daytime and a policeman at a drive-in at night, and I never saw him." Like the others...
...summer they chopped spruce and birch trees, pulled stumps, dug wells, fought off bears, baked bread and canned moose and porcupine meat. They planted a garden on a cleared acre of land lent by Shorty Bradley, who had trapped and hunted in the area off and on since 1939. Marino Sik cleared two acres and built a barn, and worked late into the cold autumn nights to finish a log lean-to for his trailer. He was sick of trying to work communally, he said, telling the others, "You ask me for help, I'll give...
...land, $75 for uncleared) but in so doing it changed their lives. By the time the road reached their area in 1967, Shorty Bradley had been dead a year and buried beside his private airfield. "We had a terrible time digging the grave because of the time of year," Marino recalls...
After doing odd jobs at first, Marino Sik worked for the state highway department for twelve years. In 1971, with so much traffic passing their door every day, he and Carol started a highway business that included a grocery, Laundromat and showers. They sold it in 1977, tired of working 18-hour days. A few months later, just as they were finishing their new three-bedroom house, they again got wanderlust. With their daughter and the two boys who had been born in Alaska, they moved to Las Vegas, where Marino ran a gas station. "We wanted to show...
...know," says Carol. "Marino keeps complaining about the winters, but I don't know where...