Two by Fours, Bonfires, and Multigrain Pita Chips: An Afternoon at Andy Newell’s Cabin

In the voice mail he leaves me with directions to his cabin in the woods, Andy Newell gives me the street address—number 380—but tells me to just give him a call when I get close, since it’s not marked. But when I drive through the nearest town, he doesn’t answer, and then, predictably, when I find 376 and 382 a mile down the dirt road, I don’t have cell service. After driving past two surly-looking...