Welcoming us home: still 80 miles away but so familiar, Maryhill Musuem, tiny on its ledge, has a permanent display of windmills, a rotating display of freight trains, and an annual show of ripening peaches. Not sure how to pick up where I left off with this blog, but after two weeks and 1,000 pictures, I may post a recap of our trip through the high plains and mountains of the west. Maybe I'll unpack first.
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