The place itself isn’t strange. That we are here in this place, at this time, is the strange thing. In the morning light, Truckee, California is a promising, colorful community eager to start the day. Walking along the main drag, Donner Pass, the sounds of J-brakes, train whistles, and handymen calling back and forth “how we doing today?” fills the air like a tiny, instant musical composition. By nightfall, Truckee retains all of its color and proliferates with the glow of neon craft-beer signs populating the windows along Donner Pass. This place is equal parts homegrown and home-made. The tracks that runs through town are a constant reminder of the powerful restlessness that besets the wanderer.
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