I spent hours looking for June today. The search made me realize how much junk there is on this property. James lived here for more than thirty years, and it seems he never threw anything away. There seems to be an endless supply of old cars, trailers full of junk, and other stuff. All the trailers seem to be open, and anything I had trouble wrenching open was cat-free. I walked down the logging road to the main road, along it, then down the driveway. I stopped at the front house and met the new tenant, but no June.