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And welcome to a very special episode of the Doug Stannho podcast being broadcast live from

Pinot Altaus at the Whispering Pines Resort and Slumber, Slumberterium

This is the cabin in the cabins. We picked it all right one this time. It's got two beds, but the one bed doesn't, they're fucking walls at an angle. So we're just here to read.

So I'm going to read on the couch because you can't prop your fucking head up against a wall that's angled towards your head. Yeah, I give an a frame and then you put a bed and then there's yeah, there's no amount of pillows that are going to solve that.

And if there were an amount of pillows, we don't have that many. The closest you can get is vertical. But the fucking couch is fine. Just the fact that you know the ceiling isn't two feet over my face like in the trailer.

Yeah, it's a nice vacation. It's a nice, roughly midway point. It's a day 13 as far as your concern. It's about the end of day 14 as we taped, which is about two fucking weeks is about to one half. It's close. I don't know.

We had to get away me and the chalester had to get up north and the mountains get away from the fucking women. Get some fucking man on man action up here with bears are.

We hiked the mountain. We climbed a fucking mountain today. Why am I even quit and smoking? I'm at 7500 feet altitude like a mile and a half high. I climb a mountain. I'm lapping you. All right. I'm stuck. I was sucking wind dude.

And I was really there was no way I was going to turn around, but at the same time I was noticing that you were certainly more.

You had a spring in your step. Yeah, yeah, I feel fucking awful being up here. I come up here about once a year. It's great because you get no cell phone reception and no Wi-Fi reception that I know of but Chaley did actually get Wi-Fi.

And so I could retweet yesterday's podcast. And after that I went right back to believing I have no Wi-Fi service because I can read I can read a book. I'm like a hundred and I read about 20 pages an hour I realized.

Actually, no, that was an hour and 10 minutes. It took me to read 20 pages of this fucking renegade history of the United States. And now where I see like almost every nonfiction book, definitely every.

I think to a to a fall every single documentary I've watched could be one third shorter.

Every single even the best ones could be one third shorter. And yeah, this book now I know how he goes into it. All right, I get it. Yeah.

Negroes in the Irish day dance together. People didn't like it. All right, three examples was enough. You may eight pages of examples. I get it.

So now I know how to skim through them and I can get to the good shit and get done with it. That's the fucking just there's no feeling like finishing a book, especially here at the whispering pines.

Resort and gay silent.

It's not called the fucking whispering pines, but that's what it feels like right now because it's off season. No one's up here.

Not even fucking bears. Nothing's going on.

Chely and I have spent a fucking just a man man's of sitting on opposite couches in dead silence all day at one point.

Should we go down to Hill and eat? Okay, then we had a silent dinner. We came right back up to our books and had a silent silent walk up that fucking mountain because neither of us can talk because of short of breath.

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