I could've built a cabin like that every year with the rocks we picked up on our 200 acre farm. It is a cool looking cabin.

Dean, Those aren't rocks you're throwing away...those are potatoes!

The farm I grew up on as a kid bordered the farm I farmed as an adult. I always joked that as a kid I would pick up the rocks and throw them over the fence and then when I started farming I had to pick them up and throw them back.

Being raised in the Texas Hill Country by Grandparents, who didn't at all mind making you work, I learned about rocks. We lived and farmed on one big rock pile, and when my Grandfather would be plowing what little dirt there was, it fell to me, my Brother and an "Uh Oh" Uncle to follow along behind he and the team and pick up the rocks he would plow up. We then carried them to the edge of the field and stacked them along the rock fences. One can see those fences today, but most were carried off by home builders to make houses in town.

Looks similiar to rental cottages at some National Parks built by the WPA.

Old Vermont farmer's saying....

"If you can pick it up, it's a rock.
If you can't move the stupid thing, it's a boulder."

Once I was Out in the field with my 8600 Ford tractor and a field cultivator working the ground. Derek was about 4 years old riding with in the cab (thought I better mention cab so you didn't think I had him sitting on the fender) He was looking out the back window (and yes it was closed) and he said "daddy is there any dirt under them rocks?"