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Buck Moon
It’s full moon again, Buck Moon now. Last full moon, I was enjoying the moon rise in the Sierras, more particular on Tioga pass, entering HWY 395, the gateway to solitude. I still remember how excited I was seeing the Strawberry Moon peeking at me over the edge of mountain, waving between the gap of…
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Back to Columbia
Back to Columbia SHP, nested deep inside the Sierra foothills. On the way out, the wild flowers are already half through blooming, I realized we missed a season. It’s funny how you remember a road in a season, that scenery becomes part of the road memory. When we arrived Columbia, it’s almost 6 o’clock, the…
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If Only the Rocks Can Talk
Jet skiers, wind surfers, laughter flying across the water, camp site music and barbecue immersed with summer heat at Millerton Lake, in the Foothills of the Sierras. Can you imagine? Underneath the waters of Millerton Lake sleeps the original town of Millerton, built in 1852. That’s where the peaceful Yokuts native people lived, weaving their…