Lynn, on the hunt

What you fools have to understand is the woman is serious about picking out a tree and she will get away from you in her quest for pine perfection!

At one point, she stood in the little 4-way intersection between lanes of trees, looked back and forth, then actually sniffed at the wind a little, like a mother bear coming out of hibernation.

Looked left; looked right.

"That way!" came the command, and we headed east.

It's like a gift for dowsing, I think.

Anyway, WE WERE GETTING CLOSE.