Living in Nevada County can be difficult at times. It's the oldest county in California. Seriously -- I'm the youngest person at every event my Charles and I go to. I still have a couple of years left in my thirties. I don't want to be discussing my sciatica. Plus, I desperately miss the ocean -- that wild and cold ocean of the North Coast, and it's not a college town. I miss that too. Oh for the days of overhearing others' existential crises over breakfast! All of which to say that, come autumn and the glorious display of colors, living in Nevada County becomes lovely -- glorious even. For a month's time, all of that angst is forgotten in an amazing wash of colors.
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