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Port Costa
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Walking up a lonely rual road
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George Jansen shows off Carquinez Straight
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One of the rural roads
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Port Costa School
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George Jansen literally at the end of the road
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A home, be it ever so humble
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An apartment building
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Cobwebs on an old gate
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Three red flowers
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Painted indian behind panes
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The Theater of Dreams
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Bull Valley Inn
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A welcome to Port Costa sign was present
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A tug pulled a barge past the railroad tracks
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The barge chains churned up the water
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An Amtrak train flew by that morning
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The parking lot was not yet full
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Angela and Terry waited for George to arrive
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The post office featured outdoor postal boxes
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Angela continued to wait for George to arrive
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A pot with wilted flowers high up in the warehouse
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An angel watched over two old tires
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The T in STATE took a snooze
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The dial of an old safe hid in the shadows
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A fallen theater sign behind a new parking sign
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A tiger was tied up and busy
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A cat was found guarding a porch
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A rusty fence surrounded the Warehouse Cafe
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A carving on the path smiled at those entering
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A history of the old warehouse
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The old door into the Warehouse Cafe
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The former way to the Wheat Dock
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The owner said this was the most photographed truck in town
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A big cardboard key floated behind a missing lock. It had been painted
with sparkly silver paint to give it a metalic feel. The reason for it was
lost because that building was locked on sunday.
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The inside of a closed art studio
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A motorcycle was parked on the sidewalk
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An old Jeep was parked by two motorcycles
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A run-down but stately old house on the hill
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A small park on the hill featured benches
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The Port Costa firehouse
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The church was almost bigger than the town
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The corner of Prospect and Canyon Lane was shaded
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Two bicyclists rolled into town
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The danger of fireworks was made clear
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One home's comfortable looking front yard
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A manual horn sat on an old car's hood
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An artistic tree was made part of an exterior wall
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The California flag hung backwards in a window
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The Port Costa Yacht Club had seen better days
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The view down Canyon Lane was pretty
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The warehouse seen from Canyon Lane
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Motorcycles began to collect in the afternoon
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A Coors sign was visible in a home's window
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Port Costa's school appeared to be in fine condition
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A swing waited unused in the school yard
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The Frank Jurik Memorial Grove behind the school
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