Last night Jo and I left Gene sipping beer on the front porch and ran through the redwood grove pictured below. She was merciful and didn't kick my butt too badly. Even if she had, I wouldn't have minded. The experience ranks up there with watching the sun set on top of Mount LeConte. I asked one of Jo's house mates, a woman from San Mateo, how she liked living in the redwoods. She's not too fond of it. The nearest grocery store is 30 minutes away. Everyone dreams differently. Everyone wants something a bit far away. Jo is ready to start school again, but wouldn't mind running through these redwoods every summer for the rest of her days.
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