Morning over the Sierra foothills. We arrived late the previous night.
The property spread before us. You can see the well house with its solar panels in the middle distance.
Say -- is that a trailer I see in there?
The neighbor's warehouse-sized garage peeks through the trees.
The boys make themselves at ease as Tracy carts our stuff to the tent.
Ma and Pa at home! Chris is deciding whether or not to come over and whup me.
Life on deck. Peggy escapes to the trailer.
Graham ponders whether to run away.
The girls, meanwhile, know how to relax.
Peggy is suspicious of this so-called "photography."
Solar power, activate!
Home sweet home. No really, this trailer is very comfortable. And shiny.
There's Tracy and her purse again. She has just about finished her circuit of the property.
"Right on, man!"
"Yes, this is a treehouse I'm sitting on."
Chris practices his ability to hide in nature.
Tracy spots him, though.
The Mother Oak prepares to drop some acorns on us all.
The ancient tractor awaits our approach.
Believe it or not, people actually used these things to do real work.
Peggy, our tour guide, explains the nature of the tractor-like object.
Notice the tree growing *through* the wheel of the tractor?
No, that's not a Game Boy, it's a camera. Jake is getting ready to make a movie.
Chris has a pain he can't locate.