Here I go, headed back to the dry state, to the Valley, orchards, and mountains. After all the greenery and the city existence, the canyon is rocky, sere, and quiet. It is restful. The 96 degree days hardly raise a sweat, thanks to 10-30% humidity levels, and the 65 degree nights make for a good sleep with an open window.
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| The AirTrain ride |
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| lift-off |
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| leaving New York or New Jersey |
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| coming into Atlanta ahead of the thunder storm |
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| waiting on the tarmac while the lightning flashes, making it unsafe for workers to dock the plane for us to disembark |
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| last light before I snoozed my way to Sacramento |
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| western flora |
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| view along the levee road, the Garden Highway |
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| golden mowed "lawn" or highway verge |
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| morning light across the field |
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| a man mows his lawn along the river, with cool funky things in his yard |
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| lovely dock |
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| tilled field with soil I covet |
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| golf course |
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| orchard being irrigated |
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| corn |
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| tall building in Marysville |
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| The Silver Dollar Saloon and Chinese Temple Gateway |
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| old buildings in the Chinese section of Marysville, seen from the levee |
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| looking towards the river and highway from the levee |
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| church |
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| it's a high fly ballllllll!!!!! leaving Marysville |
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| is this just about as opposite of New York City as you can get?! |
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| climbing into the Sierras |
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| Lake Oroville, for Jeffery to see |
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| up over Jarbo Gap and then down into the canyon along the Feather River to home |
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| Two of the three lovely peaches that awaited me, thanks to Uncle Grover's loving care |
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