On my way there, I rested on this spiffy moss-covered tree stump.
Jack's grave was a small plot of land with a large rock in the middle, surrounded by a wood fence.
Afterwards, I visited the remains of Wolf House, which was supposed to be Jack's dream house.
The house was almost complete when it was destroyed by fire in 1913.
Poor Jack. Oh, well. He died only three years later.
And I was soon on my merry way to more Jack London fun!
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