Nothing in all the world received higher praise from Knight than Lynyrd Skynyrd. “They will be playing Skynyrd songs in a thousand years,” Knight proclaimed. (Chapter 16)
Knight’s chair had seemed ideally and harmoniously placed to maximize the site’s sense of tranquility. Knight scoffed at this notion: “Do you think I was engaging in feng shui?” (Chapter 11)
Knight’s closest companion may have been a mushroom. One of the few concerns Knight had after his arrest was that the police officers who tromped through his camp had knocked it down. (Chapter 17)
A few of the cabins still don’t have electricity or running water. Neighbors tend to know each other. Some families have owned the same plot for a century. (Chapter 5)
He’s in the large camp kitchen, his penlight flashing over stainless steel, a ceiling rack of sleeping ladles. He grabs two tubs of coffee and drops them in his pack. (Chapter 1)
