On our recent trip to Jack London SHP, it rained. There was a kindly gentleman that drove us from one place to another, but after a little while we decided we wanted to see the Wolf House: the ruins of London’s dream home.

Abandoning the shelter of the golf cart, we started hoofing it down the path. (Sarah forgot to bring an umbrella, so we had to share and both got a little [pretty damn] soaked).