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The Gold Rush Relics
Never in my advancing (57) years have I returned to a place after a sizeable absence and not exclaimed “Wow! This place has changed!” The singular exception is my broodingly beautiful old hometown; collectively referred to as “Scott Valley, California.” While I attended school in Fort Jones proper, it’s fair to say that the tiny hamlets of Fort Jones (Population 600ish forever) Etna (Same), and Greenview (Smaller), as well as Callahan (Smallest) all comprise “The Valley,” along with a few other little settlements.
By Tammy Castleman5 years ago in Wander
Cape Hatteras
It is ironic that, as I cross over the Alligator River about noontime, I happen to be reading a chapter from the journal of Herbert Hutchinson Brimley entitled: “Cape Hatteras in Storm and Shine.” I glance away from the page for a moment to assess the outside conditions-rainy, windy, a scene that had a certain dismal look to it, and I conclude that Mr. Brimley probably had more experience with the former attributes discussed rather than the latter regarding this particular chapter. After a quick dip in a surprisingly docile ocean, the rain begins to fall as I make my way to dinner.
By Tim Hearne5 years ago in Wander
Finds a Taxi From Gatwick Airport to London
Traveling by taxi from Gatwick Airport to London can save you time and money. But it is important to know some information on how to book a taxi from Gatwick to London. Booking a taxi from there should be made as early as possible because flights tend to fill up quickly. Gatwick is the third-busiest airport with millions of people passing through each day. There are many companies that provide instant taxi booking from Gatwick to London. But, you must be aware that all taxicabs are subject to airport taxes and fares.
By Andrai Sator5 years ago in Wander
Caribbean Paradise
I don't know if you've ever been to St John in the USVI. There is debate over the history of St John but it is believed that area was first settled by nomadic hunter/ gatherers and there is a rare pre-historic site that dates back to 770 BC. I consider it truly one of the most beautiful places on earth. I'll admit I haven't been to a tremendous amount of places in my lifetime but of those I have visited none have come even close to the beauty of St John. There are many reasons that St John is so beautiful. The people are beautiful, the island is spectacular and the setting is just idyllic. The beaches are amongst the best in the world and the flora and fauna are awe inspiring in a quiet cozy island style.
By Mary McDonald5 years ago in Wander
St Pete charter boat! Experience that you will never forget
Experience your luxury St Pete charter boat from a state that has since quite a while ago obliged the super yacht swarm and has a lot of comforts and stimulations to improve your cruise. There is a plenty of sea shores for some private unwinding or fun with the water toys, while not far inland your gathering can pack a day with a visit to the Earnest Hemingway Home and Museum, wildlife sanctuaries and reserves.
By amelia arden5 years ago in Wander
Experience the best Vacation on St Pete fishing charter
Welcome to Florida’s best & most prolific St Pete charter boat’s official website. Offshore Hustler offer different types of fishing trips from sea shore to long-range fishing excursions – add our more than 25 years of fishing experience on St Pete beach and local knowledge, and you have the best possible charter service on sea shore of Florida.
By amelia arden5 years ago in Wander
Little Town of Nowhere
Quaint. If I had to describe the little village I grew up in, I would call it quaint. Entrapped by large, looming skyscrapers on every side, the small town of Abbots Langley is a welcome break. A break from the never-ending, frantic lives lived in the concrete blockades that squashed and slowly shrunk my home. I lived right next to the main road. We only had one. It ran from the top of the hill, upon which I lived, to the bottom where our only train station stood; derelict and forgotten. A high street atop the hill was the centre of our quiet English village. It was surrounded on one side by pubs and a school, while if you looked the other way, your view held endless, rolling hills of farms and parks and winding country lanes. It was a bubble; isolated from the city life that seemed to be watching us, waiting for us, in every direction.
By Charlotte Clark5 years ago in Wander









