by Lisa Schauer
About a dozen mysterious beehive-shaped wooden structures stand in a quiet meadow facing Sleepy Creek Mountain.
Each sturdy cylinder is over six feet high, lifted off the ground by a horizontal ring of cordwood, and topped by a sloped roof made of bark.
On closer inspection, these hut-like constructions look to contain about two cords of wood, firmly stacked with nary a nail or rail in sight. They seem to share…
