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Heidi waves Good Bye in the back. |
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Shasta is a big mountain but a small town.
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The hills between Sacramento and San Francisco, usually brown and bleak were green and rolling; spring is a nice time to see them.
We drove across the Bay Bridge to surprisingly little traffic.
We drove across the Bay Bridge to surprisingly little traffic.
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We got to San Mateo @ 1630, well ahead of schedule, and were able to help celebrate Cousin John's 14th birthday.
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