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Pine Trees
“I've never seen anything like it,” Heather whispered as they walked. “It's like an enchanted forest. I almost expect to see elves.” “When I was nine years old,” Jon said, “I used to ride these roads with some friends on our bicycles. We looked for places to go camping close to home so our parents would let us. Dad bought our Christmas trees here, so we knew the current owner's father. He told Dad we could do what we liked, but no cooking. Our moms packed stuff, and we camped a couple...