Wednesday, December 8, 2010


I love living in the forest. Even though I get yelled at by squirrels every time I step outside. The forest is quiet and calm. At night, I can hear the winds rip through Thompson Pass 1200 feet above me. But the forest protects us from the wind. It's very still here.

My favorite time in the forest is when the sun comes out after it snows. The forest sparkles. The forest rain glitter. The only sounds is drips of melting snow off the trees, and... the rather violent sound of snow sliding off the roof.

But the sparkles! It even makes the outhouse look glamorous.

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