What more could I want in a place to live? I think last week was the first time I spent any time in LaHonda in the daylight and able to remember what I was doing there. LaHonda: the perfect hideaway for serial killers and recluses, now populated by team players and veepees. At least there were as many European bikes as HarleyHondaSuperEagles that day.

Please take a moment and reflect on what you cherish most and then send us a check for $120,000 so we can put a deposit on a banana slug-ridden, rotted out cabin on Skyline, won’t you?

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