| Gil landed an assignment in extreme Northern California. Medford is the closest airport. He came in a few hours early so he could show me how to ride on dirt. He also ate all the mint chip ice cream, potato chips, and cookies. |
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| Zoom! |
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| Swoosh! |
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| I took this photo. Bad, eh? |
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| When you grow your own, you can let them get as red as you want. I haven't seen serrano chiles beyond green in a store in a very long time. |
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| The Ashland watershed. |
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| That'd be Mt McLoughlin.... |
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| Brown Mountain watershed. |
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| Brown Mountain lava flow with McLoughlin.... |
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| A lava macro-moment |
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| Trees |
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| Lake of the Woods Resort. Your Adirondack chair awaits! |
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| McLoughlin with lovely jagged bits showing. Remnants of the eruption. Blew the whole side off! Ka-powblooey! |
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| Ellen Oma Mom Barth prefers a more rustic chaise. Both are Wood/wood. |
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| This is a fissure, fer sher. Brown Mt lava fields. |
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| More of the same.... |
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| Yes, and yes. |
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| The cushiest mountain bike trail imaginable. Shady bits, interpretive signs, passing room.... |
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| The oak that stopped the rolling Forester. I stop by to express gratitude. |
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| Road-cut wonders on Green Springs Hwy. |
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| Oma "Rocky" Barth in the field! |
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| Those layers! Those layers! Mom fainted from the geological richness. |
