Taking the time to “talk tell” of the terrible or trippy tenants of the timberlands is a typical task for a taught and tentative teacher. I, myself, am more in the mood to muse many of these myths than most. Consequently, I am confident and competent in my capabilities. Conversely, the caveat is in the craving for challenge not confusion in comprehension. Accordingly, alliteration, I admit, is actually an astonishing avenue to actualize this aspiration and is apt to add to my ambition. Erelong, this exact expression of embellishment is easier and easier with each elaboration. This elocution elevates the entirely of my expatiation and enhances it with an essential essence. Evidently, my energies exerted to exhaustion, and efforts empty-handed in effect, if ever I endeavored to explain this element. Surely, any sensible soul should say that these sentences are self-sufficient in showing and symbolizing a sense of the sensational, surprising, strange and superb. Frankly, it is futile to focus any further on this feature.
    What is worthwhile, what I willfully want to write in words, are well wishes from within. Without the wonderful work of wanderers who once wrote with wit and willed to wonder what the wild wood was withholding from the world, where would we be? The regional “rags” I have read to review reports, are relatively recent, in respect to the remarks readily relayed by regional raconteurs, and rather