A good look at Ira Lacy Boyer's log cabin will tell you all you need to know about the man.

His life is laid out for all to see on the roof and outside walls of his log cabin in this coastal hamlet.

"That's what it's all about," allowed Boyer as he pointed to his cabin with a big grin.

A bicycle, a wheelbarrow, saws from his logging days, rakes from his haying period and railroad spikes from his days as a gandy dancer clutter his roof.

There's also a lawn mower, cant hooks and other logging tools, an ironing board topped with iron, beer cans and wine bottles, two old oil heaters that kept him warm in frigid Montana winters and much, much more.

Circular, rip, buck and chain saws dangle from the sides of the house. A clock that kept him on time for years and his old World War II army coat -- "I was a GI cook for four years" -- also help dress up the outside of his dwelling.

The east side of the cabin is marked by charred posts and beams from a previous place that burned down. An "Elevation 5,000 Feet" sign is there to remind him of the years spent living in the mountains.

Boyer raises the American flag on a high flag pole in front of his place first thing every morning and lowers it at sundown each evening.

"I had a Granddad who went through the Civil War on the Union side that flew a flag every day of his life just like I do," said Boyer, adding: "It's a family trait I picked up from Granddad Boyer.

He is a man of habit.

Once a month Boyer leaves his backwoods cabin, walks five miles to the coast and waits for a lift to Fort Bragg, 20 miles to the north. "I get a month of supplies, pick up my mail and then return home. I've been doin' this routine for 21 years since I quit roamin', bought my half acre for $550 and built my first log cabin," he explains.

Twice a year he gets his head shaved.

He has no electricity but says he doesn't need any. He reads Westerns "by the bushels full" by lantern light.

During the summer his half acre becomes a vegetable garden enclosed by 7-foot-high picket fence to keep the deer out. He gives most of his vegetables to neighbors who in turn keep him in hand-me-down clothes, canned fruits and vegetables, homemade jams and bread "and other goodies."

He rolls his own cigarettes. "Don't get nothin' out of tailormades. Never could," he insists as he laments rising prices. "I used to pay 98 cents for a tin of Prince Albert. Now it's up to $3.20. Everything's goin' out of reach."

Lacy considers himself a patriotic American even though he cast his last vote for Franklin Roosevelt. "Ain't been another president come along worth braggin' bout since old FDR," he explains.

What does he look for in the years ahead, Boyer was asked. After several moments of deep thought he mused aloud: "I want to see the Grand Canyon before I die. That's my one aim in life." Marriage?

"That's out!" he thundered with no hesitation.

"I got awfully dad gum close once. I had marriage license in hand. We was headin' for the justice of the peace.

"She was drivin'. Suddenly I bailed out. I told her: "Turn around honey, it's all off. Take me home. I can't do it.' That's the closest I come."