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There is something about Prineville that has always felt a little different from the rest of Oregon.
It is not quite Bend, not quite the Willamette Valley, and not quite the wide-open ranch country farther east. It sits in its own pocket of Central Oregon, surrounded by rimrock, juniper, old ranching history, dry summer heat, cold winter mornings, and those big blue skies that make everything feel a little more spacious.
For people who love Oregon but are tired of feeling crowded, Prineville has long held a certain appeal. It is the kind of place where the courthouse still anchors the middle of town, the Crooked River
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