We would drive up the mountains, zig zag around curves and over hill and dale, then plunge back down into a valley to find vegetable and fruit market, wineries and vineyads.
An old school bus.
A lake in a valley.
An old farmstead; the house is gone.
We had a picnic lunch along a mountain stream and stopped at a vegetable stand so I could buy tomatoes and cucumbers. I could have bought apples, pears, melons, grapes, jellies, honey, celery, herbs -- you name it! all grown locally.
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