Lucky enough to tag along to the Annual Dewey Gold Country Trip, Nathalie and I quickly fell in love with Murphys. The town had it all--an outstanding watering hole (The Murphys Hotel), a Main Street full of classic cars and plenty of Chuck Dewey martinis.
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After enduring months of Brett Dewey talking up his magic fishing hole, it was almost a guarantee that the trout weren't going to be biting any fly that was tossed their direction. Good thing the beer was cold and the river was still picturesque.
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Next year's trip is already on the calendar...
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