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The kitchen at Wilbur Hot Springs.
Doe, a deer.
This deer checked me out, then, determining I wasn't a threat, went back to eating. That morning, I also saw a doe with her fawn.
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End of my journey.
Not sure why, but I turned around here to head back to the hotel. Doesn't that tree just scream "sit under me!"
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You are beautiful.
Pile of junk?
The artist, perhaps?
Tardis.
Marking the way.
Not really necessary, given that the road was self-evident. Or perhaps it marked a trail not taken (and not seen).
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Eyvend Earle
So much of the landscape around Wilbur reminded me of Eyvend Earle's paintings (http://www.gallery21.com/)
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Hotel and clouds.
It was raining when I arrived at Wilbur, and the clouds remained, ominous, but benign.
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Slow down.
More creek.
Power!
Wilbur is off-grid. Or, one could say it is its own grid.
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Gate in.
I remembered to close the gate so as to keep the cows out.
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Jackson Noel 2007
