Jeff Milton said something very interesting the last time I spoke with him. He told me that his grandfather and a friend were out hunting in the Wind River Mountains back in the 1930s. They got caught in a snowstorm. They walked in the high country for a while and came upon these two cabins.
They walked into the first cabin and the dinner table was already set--plates and everything. There was a gun hanging in a gun rack on the wall. Those two guys stayed there till the storm blew over. The two cabins were a life saver. The hunters did not die of exposure in the snowstorm.
Over the next few years, Jeff's grandfather would go up to the exact same spot in the mountains and look for those two cabins. He never found them.
If the Lord can speak the heavens and the earth into existence, providing two cabins for a couple of hunters in a winter storm is a piece of cake. Thank you, Lord. Glory to God in the Highest!