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Quileute River, Olympic Peninsula
March 15th 2035
Jack Vance was on his early morning walk with his dog on the steep ridge trail that overlooked his cabin. “Let the city people keep their technologies for an easier, faster paced life,” he crowed to the dark blue sky. Once he moved into the forest, he lost interest in developing and using new technologies. Now a wealthy man, he was able to let the ebbs and flows of nature run his day.
He rounded a shallow curve in the trail where it looped over the backside of the ridge away from his cabin and took in the vista of the primeval forest stretching to the horizon in front him. He frowned. It was early spring on the Peninsula and ample drizzle should have been dripping from the temperate rainforest’s giant Sitka spruce and the Douglas fir
