A beautiful morning! I am in a campsite on top of Montesano Mt. sitting outside the Casita having my morning coffee. Temperature is 77 with a gentle breeze rustling through the trees.

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A beautiful morning! I am in a campsite on top of Montesano Mt. sitting outside the Casita having my morning coffee. Temperature is 77 with a gentle breeze rustling through the trees.

The hardwood forest is heavy here. I've seen nothing like it in Texas although I suspect that there may be similar forests in the southeast part of the state.

It has been nice reconnecting with my cousins. It seems strange that the last generation is gone now that Uncle Vernon has passed away.

I am wondering creating some sort of online registry that would let us keep in touch and communicate easily. Maybe there is already an existing system that would work. I will check into that.

It would have to be secure. Easy to use have a messaging system. Some sort of family tree, personal as well as group messaging. I'give it some thought.

For now I have to decide what I will do today.. I suppose I should pack up and head back to Texas. Maybe stop in Arkansas tonight.


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