Here's what I did today, the highlight was a little town called Chetwynd where I saw endless piles of logs being turned into lumber and then dried in massive kilns. There was a thick fog of sawdust over the whole town- it was beautiful. Then I went screaming down through the mountains to Prince George which is both bigger and smaller than I thought, but now I must sleep,
In the words of Kim Jong Il, "Tomorrow, America!"
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where all the toothpicks in the world are born.
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