I you must give, give to the state not the feds.
Regarding Ms Roxanne Quimby et al and the Maine north woods.
I have visited there with my family dozens of times over the years. Dad and Mom took me there on a canoe trip when sis and I were kids. H. D. Thoreau country. It is too beautiful to describe with mere words. Thoreau’s place where the water runs both ways is not far away. He thought you could lay with your head in the Penobscot and your feet in the Kennebeck. He was wrong, it is the Allagash and the Penobscot.
This Quimby township, 36 square miles, owned by a vile Soros aligned left wing loon will be a thorn in the side of common sense, reason, and to the people of the State of Maine until the new heaven comes down to the new earth which is already waiting for the white judgment. Quimby township is not located in the new earth portion. She will be judged by the almighty and be found worthy or cast into the lake of fire. Only the almighty can solve this Satan inspired vile mess.
IMHO, Ms Quimby is one of the most disgusting and potentially dangerous people on the planet. A cruel self important know it all who would crush the remaining economic life from the state of Maine. Her ilk would be like Kim Jong Un if they could muster the guns to back them up. She ripped old Bert a new one!
Haven’t seen Dad or Mom in forever, forgo Fargo before you freeze to death. Don’t you two old coots have enough money?
Caddis the Younger
J. R. Tate, who has hiked the entire Appalachian Trial 3 times (the first time at the age of 55), has written an entertaining memoir of his first hike called Walkin' on the Happy Side of Misery. An excellent read. The "thru-hikers" take trail names--his was Model T. He named his dog Katahdin.
The stretch of the trail in New Hampshire includes climbing Mt. Washington. There are other peaks in the vicinity named for Presidents but others for non-Presidents such as Lafayette. There is a Mt. Clinton--Tate jokes about whether Clinton was one of Presidents before or after the Civil War, since he was writing that in 1990, when no one knew there would be a President Clinton. The good old days.