In the summer of 1979, I was working as night auditor at the Giant Forest lodge in Sequoia National Park. To this day, I look back at this job as probably the most enjoyable I've ever had. Here I was, working alone at night beneath the canopy of the giant sequoia trees, and living in, what I consider to be, one of the most beautiful places in the world. With the exception of twice nightly visits from Jim, the night security guard, there was no one else to disturb the silence and the splendor of these magnificent woods. No one that is, except a late arriving tourist or a bear making nightly inspections of the garbage cans and dumpsters.
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In the summer of 1979, I was working as night auditor at the Giant Forest lodge in Sequoia National Park. To this day, I look back at this job as probably the most enjoyable I've ever had. Here I was, working alone at night beneath the canopy of the giant sequoia trees, and living in, what I consider to be, one of the most beautiful places in the world. With the exception of twice nightly visits from Jim, the night security guard, there was no one else to disturb the silence and the splendor of these magnificent woods. No one that is, except a late arriving tourist or a bear making nightly inspections of the garbage cans and dumpsters.
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