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Columbia Night
We took the urge to see the first touch of fall in the Sierra, a drive back to Columbia. It’s fall, time to pay homage to our sweet old charmer. When we arrived, most tourists are already gone, just locals. Follow the only noise in town, several kids were running and screaming on their race…
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New Conversation with an Old Friend
We went back to Columbia S.H.P in the Sierras. It has been months, last time it was cold winter and the daylight was extremely frugal. I miss the drive, as we started climbing the foothill, the horizon starts to open up, and cows are dotted on the open ranches, enjoying sunshine and the grass. Old…