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There's just something about smoking a cigarette and listening to Father John Misty on a rainy day in western Oregon. Staring out into the forest of Doug-fir and bigleaf maple from the covered porch of your cabin or the rain cover of your tent while you endure a mild hangover.
Or perhaps you'd rather wander along a trail humming a Townes Van Zandt tune to yourself.
I'm curious to hear what other denizens of /out/ enjoy.
