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I'm a nature fan-boy, and I know it. It's not hard to get to start gushing, to loose all control of my enthusiasms. To the point of being tiresome, in fact. I've seen that glazed look in my friends' eyes, watch my co-workers suddenly remember urgent tasks that require immediate attention. It's fine.

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This thing sits like a grounded UFO in Washington State Park.

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After the farm fails and the barbed wire rusts away, what's left? We've seen before that once people and their things leave a place, their plants remain. We've seen that most notably in the springtime daffodils next to the foundation of ruined cabin. Except for the daffodils, I would have walked right by the cabin.

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How bureaucratic can the protection of nature be? Plenty, it turns out.

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Abandoned cabin sites announce themselves with daffodils in March.

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