Big hay barn.
Rocket is fast as a rocket with his tongue. As you can tell, Nick wasn't about to let Rocket get cold.
We scaled a gate, walked down a dirt road, and were startled by this old riderless tractor emerging from the slough.
Even more startling, when we turned and fled, a shocking apparition appeared.
After snapping a couple shots, we bolted for the van...
We scaled a gate, walked down a dirt road, and were startled by this old riderless tractor emerging from the slough.
Even more startling, when we turned and fled, a shocking apparition appeared.
After snapping a couple shots, we bolted for the van...
and couldn't get back to the Napa County line fast enough.
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That's kind of like the self-portrait Nick drew in art class, with his face on the Quaker Oatmeal tub. His spirit haunts unlikely places....
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