LOCAL SCENE
hidden respite | Tucked away in the woods, on what remains of an old farmstead, is remains of either a root cellar or smokehouse | I think it's the latter since there's a chimney pipe jutting up out of the ceiling | No matter | A quick safe haven from a sudden downpour | I know I'm not the only one who stops by because the chair came from somewhere, and it's not something I'd haul around while hiking | I
do wish that whomever else stops here would take with them the little liquor nip bottles with them when they leave, rather than leave their empties behind |