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Visited Heart Castle back in the early 90’s. Was out camping the night before with a bunch of fraternity brothers and on the way back, my friend Mark and I were passing Heart Castle. “You ever been there?” “Nope” “Me neither, let’s go.” So there we were, two hung over, stinking like camp fire knuckleheads on the tour (well, one of four, the place is ginormous). Great fun. Mark passed away a couple years ago (throat cancer, guy was in his early 40’s and left two young daughters behind – he dipped chew tobacco daily). Miss that guy, he was a hell of a good friend. Hearst castle always reminds me of him and that day to just go for it and just go on the tour.