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"Drove across the hills. Route 49. From Plymouth to Placerville the countryside so little changed from what I imagine it was like in 1849. Deserted this morning. Probably one would have met more people on the road in those days.
Up route 50 with the American River to on my right for most of the way. Cold. Beautiful. Bright sun falling on the water through the trees. The most beautiful November day I can remember."