My sister Wendy spotted this thing whilst visiting. If we hadn’t known better, we would have thought our dad had parked it there and we were still twelve years old.
It was like seeing someone you haven’t seen in twenty years, and realizing that every expression on her face that you thought you’d forgotten was sealed in your memory forever.
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Matthew and I are heading north, to California’s Lost Coast, but not in that thing. You take a logging road down to this, and pray they’ve graded the road recently:
Sinkyone Wilderness Barn Camp: Looking North
Sinkyone Wilderness Barn Camp: Looking South
Back in a week!
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