ON AN UNBOOKED WEDNESDAY in October, I braved the forty-degree morning and ventured up Highway 32 in search of the colors of fall. Highway 32 between Chico and its “T” at Highway 36 proved to be my growing up playground – as a kid and as an adult. Deer Creek ran full, but the flood was of memories.
It was here, in about 1995, that I took a nap after a final visit with Dad at the Twin Pines convalescent hospital down in Chico. Turns out, as I rested, he crossed over. I always stop at the Windy Cut when taking Highway 32 - if only for that relief and to remember.
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This day, the Mill Creek Resort closed at 1:00 PM. It was 1:10 when I arrived.
It’s tough to disagree with Mother Nature. Probably bad policy, too.
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