More off-topic local lore: the eucalyptus grove was planted by some guy who expected to
get rich making toothpicks and matchsticks, but then had a nudist colony in it. The owner's
kid took quite a ribbing in the high school locker room due to his 100% tan. Around the corner in the creek was an Indian family. They were bussed uphill and I knew the kids from
the age of 5. Then one March day I encountered three kids who had discovered my ledge
up one of the remoter Tables above the river, and there was this young guy who looked
exactly like the Indian I grew up with - turned out to be his nephew, and had a feather
tatooed on his cheek. I had my 8x10 propped up right there and could now kick myself
for not taking their group portrait - it would have been very interesting - but they had
fogotten to pack a canteen and were desperate, so I handed them my canteen and went
about shooting the incredible wilflower display.
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