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Gerber daisies in buckets getting ready to be shipped out, with netting around the blooms to protect them. - IMG 2872
After being picked, the flowers rest in dark, cool rooms, and are then dried and refrigerated for boxing so that they will last the two weeks necessary to make them salable. - IMG 2873
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At his brother's farm, another kind of flower called "Million Stars." You can see why. - IMG 2878
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After visiting the farm, we went to Adrean's parents' estate in Cumbaya to spend the weekend. There were a total of three houses and seven dogs, one of which outweighed me (a bull mastiff named "Kaiser") - IMG 2881
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The usual suspects: Pip (the gray hippo-marble) and Mr. Frogman (holding open the computer) take their customary positions on the dash as we head out of Austin. - IMG 2883
Ears are weird. Bet you can't stuff yours into itself. - IMG 2884
After arriving at the scenic Guadalupe mountains, we prepared to head to our campsite from the Rangers' station, but discovered the car wouldn't shift out of park. Here, Bryan tries to find something in the manual that might help; eventually a call to a VW dealership yeilded the answer. - IMG 2885
We went for a hike a few miles into the mountains. The best part: the red trees. The views weren't bad either. Nor the beetle sex. Ahem. - IMG 2886
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The fore-mentioned red tree. - IMG 2891
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And here's the beetle sex. - IMG 2901
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