Cold Spring Tavern isn’t your average bandit’s watering hole. In roughly 150 years, it’s housed everything from a baby leopard named Ricky, to a Frenchman’s failed ballet school, and it’s one of the last surviving stops of California’s perilous stagecoach days. To get there, your car will have to hug miles of winding road off the highway…
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