They were a quirky couple, both 44, who had ditched their Chicago careers in 1954 to hunker down in a rustic log cabin on Gunflint Lake as winter arrived on the Minnesota-Canadian border.
"Darkness came an hour earlier and with it snow like crumbs from a giant white cake," Helen Hoover wrote. "We sat in the living room, half reading, half listening to the humming of winds high in the pines and the tap and rustle of the snow against the north window."
Hoover's descriptions of what she saw through that window became the source of four wildly popular books that established her as one of Minnesota's most enduring nature writers.
She took an unconventional path to the best-seller list.
Hoover never graduated from college, let alone studied writing. Born in 1910 in Ohio, she moved to Chicago with her mother in 1930 at the Depression's outset. Her father, a factory manager, had died suddenly from a heart attack without a will in 1928, leaving them broke.
Taking night courses in chemistry, Hoover landed lab jobs during the second World War and developed into a top-notch metallurgist — fiddling with a new way to temper steel for farm implements at International Harvester's research lab near Chicago.
Her husband, Adrian Hoover, was an art director for a textbook publisher. They had no children and, when Helen's mother died in 1953, they decided to turn a dream into reality and escape their urban lifestyle that had only grown more hectic since "Ade" returned from the Pacific after World War II.
When her husband required minor throat surgery in Chicago in 1954, Helen asked for a year's leave of absence from her job. She was granted two months. She shrugged and they headed Up North, figuring his health would only improve amid the pine-scented summer breezes blowing across Gunflint Lake.