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Tuesday October 23rd 2012, 7:05 pmTrees made of cracking fire reds, easing oranges, and pop yellows, all set against mysterious deep greens cascading along blankets of freshly layered snow drifts. More twisting roads weaving around mountain tops. We stop for a coffee break at this sleepy lake shore town, population of maybe 200. We step into a surreal land of bright flashing lights, bells, pings, and whistles of a casino better suited to be in a David Lynch film. So peculiar to find this in the middle of nowhere in the snowy hills of the Sierras. Even the people seemed at odds with reality, as if we’ve literally entered a parallel dimension of rural America. Wish we could stay here for awhile documenting the atmosphere in thorough detail. But we have to move on down the road, and then finally come to our rest stop for the night. We go for a walk in the windy chill that wants to bite at our skin, taking in the glory of winter covered forest vistas.
On Our Way Home
October 23rd 2012
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