Hubert never set out to become a furniture artist. It began on a quiet hike through the Utah mountains, where the air smelled of pine, dust, and last season’s storms. As he walked along a ridge near Vickory Mountain, a flash of blackened wood caught his eye — a fallen trunk, split by lightning, its surface charred but shimmering with unexpected texture.

He knelt beside it, running his hand along the ridges where fire had carved its signature. In that moment, he realized something profound: nature had already done the sculpting. The storm, the wind, the years of sun — they had created a piece of artwork long before it ever reached his hands.

What most would see as debris, Hubert saw as a survivor with a story. Each burn pattern, each twist in the grain, held the memory of the mountain that shaped it. From that day forward, he made it his mission to rescue these forgotten remnants and give them a second life — transforming fallen trees into functional art that carries the spirit of the wilderness into every room it enters.