This summer, he'd have a forest world all his own. He'd be the absolute monarch of the woods all around him, for almost three solid months!
He reached the crest of a ridge, and saw the gray ribbon of U.S. 395 winding below him. With a shout of joy, he tramped down on the accelerator, then began to sing lustily in a low tenor voice, slightly off key. The date was March 28th.