Oh, he's cute. Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. He's hugging his pillow like a sloth on a branch.

He couldn't sleep before. Now listen to him him sounds like an elephant with a chest infection

Well they call him a dreamer and now they're right all aboard mister I can never sleep when I'm traveling.

Find all the comfort you need in the quiet lounge.

Piando Ferries, there is another way. The House in the Woods, East of Lebanon, Missouri, June 5th, 1985.

In the summer of 1985, we found the House in the Woods.

My friend and I decided to backpack into the woods near his home in the

Missouri countryside. We were both armed, I with a 12-gauge shotgun and Rich with a Ruger 1022 semi-auto 22

22 caliber rifle.

We figured on shooting a squirrel or two while we were hiking.

We must have walked a few miles when we cut across this old overgrown trail in the woods.

It was still early in the day and we hadn't had any luck with the squirrels, so we thought we might explore the trail. That was the entire point of the expedition

anyway, to check out the land in the area. We had never gone into the woods on that land since it was pretty tangled up.

It was not an easy place to hike, but we figured that deer and squirrels would be plentiful.

We weren't sure who the land belonged to, but everyone in the area thought it was a government land.

There was no conservation signs, or signs to warn off trespassers.

It was just a four-strand barbed wire fence that had seen better days.

That was all the invitation a couple of curious country kids needed.

We both had backpacks and a couple of baloney sandwiches a piece and two

canteens of water, our army surplus ponchos in case it rained, and a first aid kit.

Ritchie's mom insisted on the first aid kit.

We both had our deer hunting camouflage and we wore boony-style military hats. When we first cut the trail, I asked Rich if he had ever seen a gate or a road on the land anywhere.

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