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March 5, 2010
The trip was uneventful as we ambled along and passed through quaint little towns. The silence was broken only by my companions need to speak and I found her monologue quite soothing. I muttered the occasional word or asked a question designed to allow her to continue to speak. Then as we rounded the corner we knew we had arrived...

Nestled at the bottom of the foothills and surrounded by either the soft beauty of the hills or the more rugged, but equally beautiful sea is the picturesque little town of Second Valley. It's name does not do it justice.