1 October 2006: (You may need to enlarge this picture.) From the old road at the end of the hiking trail below our property, you can just make out a window and part of the roof of our house through the trees' falling leaves. Tom and I were laughing about what hikers must think when (and if) they happen to glance up and see it! "What the . . . is that a house?! What the hell is someone doing living way the hell out HERE?!"
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