Rubye & I moved to Auburn nearly 17 years ago. She couldn't stand another month of valley fog. I couldn't blame her....the dull gray sky & chilling blanket penetrate flesh & bones. Still I had one more year to retire.....what were we doing?
It was the best move ever. Our new home is an architect's dream....great energy, lots of natural light.... & the vaulted ceiling feels spacious. Auburn is above the fog & below the snow. Our home overlooks an 1850's brewery which I constantly groom.....keeping the weeds down & litter picked up. Our physic friend says karma brought me here. She saw me as a young man being run down by a wagon at the brewery during the gold rush. In this life I look both ways for traffic.
Shortly after the move to the foothills, I met Huntindog......a friendship that I treasure. If you were to look up huntingdog in the dictionary, his definition would be hard working & generous. We both love the lore of good glass. It was only natural we would begin to search for old bottles together. On one occasion I took huntindog to the Eureka site. I prepped him on the nuances of this location & we began the quest. We worked side by side. We worked North through a small trail of glass.....the pickings were pretty slim, but after an hour we were the proud owners of three whole gold rush bottles....and not bad bottles at that. My labor produced a Udolpho Wolfe's Schnapps & a graphite pontil Superior soda water. Huntindog found a reddish amber case gin. As we sat in the car after cleaning up a tad...we found ourselves in barter trading the soda for the gin....Huntindog is a soda man....& has one of the sweetest soda collections I have ever seen. It would take your breath away. He likes color & crudity....it doesn't matter where it's from. I tend more to Western made bottles or bottles that made it West during the gold rush.
Pictured below are that day's booty......[
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It was the best move ever. Our new home is an architect's dream....great energy, lots of natural light.... & the vaulted ceiling feels spacious. Auburn is above the fog & below the snow. Our home overlooks an 1850's brewery which I constantly groom.....keeping the weeds down & litter picked up. Our physic friend says karma brought me here. She saw me as a young man being run down by a wagon at the brewery during the gold rush. In this life I look both ways for traffic.
Shortly after the move to the foothills, I met Huntindog......a friendship that I treasure. If you were to look up huntingdog in the dictionary, his definition would be hard working & generous. We both love the lore of good glass. It was only natural we would begin to search for old bottles together. On one occasion I took huntindog to the Eureka site. I prepped him on the nuances of this location & we began the quest. We worked side by side. We worked North through a small trail of glass.....the pickings were pretty slim, but after an hour we were the proud owners of three whole gold rush bottles....and not bad bottles at that. My labor produced a Udolpho Wolfe's Schnapps & a graphite pontil Superior soda water. Huntindog found a reddish amber case gin. As we sat in the car after cleaning up a tad...we found ourselves in barter trading the soda for the gin....Huntindog is a soda man....& has one of the sweetest soda collections I have ever seen. It would take your breath away. He likes color & crudity....it doesn't matter where it's from. I tend more to Western made bottles or bottles that made it West during the gold rush.
Pictured below are that day's booty......[
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