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05 Jun

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[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="1/3"][vc_single_image image="17241" img_size="large" alignment="center" onclick="link_image" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/3"][vc_single_image image="17240" img_size="large" alignment="center" onclick="link_image" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/3"][vc_single_image image="17244" img_size="large" alignment="center" onclick="link_image" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_empty_space height="20"][vc_column_text]Beyond the blooming big leaf magnolias, along a cliff's edge in search of the waterfalls I could hear in the distance, it was time to stop...

31 May

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[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_column_text] With a lifting tide, the reflections in the waters rise skyward over the edge of a distant butte. Below, the craggy cliff descends into the creek beneath known as "Hell for Certain." [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_column_text] Yet the waters above seem to flow over and upwards, gliding into the stars where hearts see no sorrow. This...

20 May

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[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="1/4"][vc_column_text]Over a path that snakes around the washouts and fallen debris, the wildflowers call. Rambler rose, Oxeye daisies, and Doll's-eyes (baneberry) beacon one to cross a shallow stream where the tadpoles are growing legs.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/4"][vc_single_image image="17221" img_size="medium" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/4"][vc_single_image image="17222" img_size="medium" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/4"][vc_single_image image="17212" img_size="medium" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left"...

12 May

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[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_gallery interval="3" images="17238,17367,17185" img_size="large"][vc_empty_space height="5"][vc_empty_space height="20"][/vc_column][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_column_text] In the back-country, under a ledge where the moss, succulents, a few wildflowers, and some ferns grow, there is a great place to take a rest. Here under an overhanging ledge where the waterfalls splatter in a pool below, time come to a mesmerizing standstill. [/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Eyelids lower...

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