or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Insects The farm was in a fairly remote location called Johnson's Landing, with mountains on one side and picturesque Kootenay Lake on the other, though there was running water and electricity. My hosts were Kate and Harvey, who were lovely, and my home was the 'Roundhouse' cabin. White-tailed deer and wild turkeys would regularly come down to the farm, as would bears apparently, though thankfully I didn't encounter any of the latter during my stay. I have now heard one too many stories of people getting their faces eaten off by hungry bears. Johnson's Landing has a strong sense of community, and my second night here involved attending a 'potluck' where residents all meet at the community lodge, each bringing with them a foodstuff of some
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