Panguitch is a pretty little town.
This picture just doesn't do it justice. Maybe it was the photographer.
Again it was a great trip except for the night we were terrorized by a flying squirrel. First I heard it in the attic and never dreamed it could get in the cabin, but it did and proceeded to jump on the bed where Dennis was sleeping. That woke him up! I grabbed mom's old cane and chased him around the cabin while Dennis got the door propped open so he could run out. But he hit all the high spots in the cabin first, the top of the book shelves and the drapes. Boy could he move fast. I think he was very hungry because once we got him out, he tried it again and this time he knew just how to get in. After getting him out again, we decided to catch him at it the 3rd time and taped up a garbage bag to the hole. I guess that discouraged him because he didn't come back. That was our great adventure.
