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Discussion in 'Chit-Chat' started by ridgerunner, Apr 27, 2006.
Few from in my neighborhood yesterday.
That's not a neighborhood; that's a nature preserve, well-guarded by the proper paperwork of a thousand bureaucrats.
That place was one of my favouite spots to stop going and coming from Arizona.Someplace around I have pins with that same picture on them. The last time that I stopped there in 2003, there were some great pictures of 1930s actors with there starlets and fancy cars, Cords, Packards etc.
Where exactly is that place?
I am looking to plan a Route 66 run in June/July 2020 for family and friends in classic cars.
Want to know what to encounter and where the good places are.
let's not rush to assumptions... they each came from someone that bred... and patterns do repeat.
I believe it is in Amboy California. Nothing there besides Roy's and a big salt flat.
And there is a wonderful, magical place called, in the native tongue, "Newberry Springs".
Let's see...there's white rocks, black rocks and even red rocks.
And, there's train tracks.
And a building. Or two.
Love summer in the Hudson Valley. This year it is the season that followed winter, winter, and winter.
You know...you could poke somebody's eye out with that thing.
Where's all the plastic wrapper-wielding plants at? All I see is water and...green things, but no trash buds.
I caught a good sized trout once with a ping-pong ball sized chunk of flesh missing from its back. Figured a heron must've done it.
I'm sorry. I'll do better next time.
I do believe you'd have to be kayaking in *California in order to experience such flora.
*To be fair, it's the southern half of which I am referring.
Bad drugs, them herons.
In all seriousness, it's amazing how those beaks can easily pierce the flesh of fish.
where's beano? you stole his sandals dint ya!?
He’s under the boat.
I thought that pic was to show us Beno’s freshly painted toes.