I went home to Nevada City, CA for the Easter weekend - and then some. Very pleasant, very beautiful. I am in love with this little mountain town. I believe I will return one day and make a film about it.
Nowhere is closer to the core of my heart and soul than this place is. Fundamental to my being.
I found my Dad's old compound bow. I'm taking it.
*The pines are tall and the hills are bright gold & green; prime hunting for the minds eye.
Talking a nice calm walk through the sleepy hills of Whittier, CA when you feel a foul-hot breath on the back of your neck. Now imagine that you are in fight for life and the only thing you can do is try to outrun ... try ... try ... to out-step the great monster: the WOLFEMANN of WHITTIER.
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