It's spring. The birds are singing. The dogs are shedding. The weeds are blooming. I'm about to jump out of my skin I'm so happy.
And sometimes a picture speaks louder than words.
And sometimes a picture speaks louder than words.
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I doubt Arcata has changed much in 17 years. 1988 was when I moved to Fickle Hill.
But the ridge where I picked mushrooms is different.
Good to see you again.