first entering of Whitman cabin #10

…named Whitman (wanting the spirit of Walt to watch over us from up the hill, across the ravine) this morning was like opening a time capsule from the early ’80’s – likely the last time it was occupied or even entered – with cassette tapes, Fanta cans, slides from a vacation, bullet shells, and even a Sister Corita Kent poster – all of which will later be carefully collected, cataloged, archived and displayed.