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A warm breeze carries a sweet smell of tomato, and I’m immediately taken back to summers full of swimming, tanning and eating the fresh, red fruit right off the vine at Lake Lou Yaeger. And then, mid-nostalgia, something red whizzes right past my ear. In front of me, people are yelling, music is blaring and tomatoes are flying through the air at Copper Mountain’s first-ever Tomato Battle!
