I renovated a couple of huts like this around 1990. But it was a lot farther to the south, in Norway, and it was in the summer. An overwhelming silence, solitude, the smell of the pines, grouse, berries, vipers and black flies:)
All the best,
Thanks Jacku, amazing time in the heart of northern wild indeed and beautiful memories of probably the most romantic trip of all time of mine with incredible adventures, true impressions of "bookish legends" along the whole route and unbelievable encounters for the happyend of the story...And that is why the taiga echoes called me to come back to those place twice in the passing year... Short days and long November nights, furious weather breakdowns in the middle of nothingness and cosy huts lost somewehere in silence, no living soul for several days around... dreams of pure serenity that were just fulfilled far there and unspoken rising sorrow of the moment, close, right here as 24 hours pass just now since I saw my father alive for the last time...