Little House in the Redwoods

Gene and I traveled up out of the fog and into Jo's little house in the redwoods, where we're camping out on her living room floor, next to a mousetrap covered in peanut butter. It was incredibly quiet when I woke up, still on Indiana time, save the chi chi chi of a disgruntled squirrel. But now the birds are beginning to chatter and I think the coffee has stopped brewing. We're all ready for the next. So.
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