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Yuba City High School Bus Tragedy

In the late hours of morning on May 21, 1976, a bus filled with the school's choir veered off the Marina Vista/Martinez Exit off-ramp off southbound Highway 680, fell approximately 30 feet, and landed on its roof, crushing the roof towards the bottom. As a result, 28 young lives were lost and many families' lives changed forever. The Marina Vista exit has since been renamed to Waterfront.

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