Darkening skies

Last Tuesday afternoon I went with the Big Guy out to Pensinsula Campground, on Folsom Lake. It’s about an hours’ drive from where we live, traveling northeast along scenic Salmon Falls Road into Pilot Hill, and then, turning onto Rattlesnake Bar Road, heading southwest again for several miles. We pretty much had the place to ourselves, not least because the […]

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In Upper Lake

I didn’t spend anywhere near enough time in the town of Upper Lake on my recent trip to Lake County, and I wish I had managed to shoot more pictures. It was my first outing of the day, and I was still undecided exactly where I wanted to go and what to see. But in between making a quick survey […]

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Written in stones

On my recent trip to Clear Lake, I finally had the chance to pull over to the side of the road and shoot some California historical monuments and other markers of the sort that I normally miss. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught a quick glimpse of a “Site of Historical Interest” sign as we flew past […]

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Stone wall

One of my strong childhood memories is of riding in the car with my family as we traveled northwards on the shore of Clear Lake, heading to Fort Bragg on the California coast. Clear Lake was pretty much a mystery to me in those days; I saw very little of it — but I did see the low, arched, brown […]

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Two creeks

As I drove east through the hills along Highway 20, heading home from Clear Lake, I wasn’t especially looking forward to the Interstate 5 leg of my trip. I had traveled that way so many times before; and even though that route would most likely have me home in less than 90 minutes, the scenery wasn’t very interesting. So as […]

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New York Creek bridge

I’m not sure precisely when this bridge was constructed (although the sign below does give a hint, I suppose). I do recall that back in the 1980s when I used to hike out along New York Creek with the Big Guy to fish off the shore of Folsom Lake, the bridge did not yet exist. A lot can change in […]

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And back down again

Last Monday, I wrote about climbing up the trail at Mt Konocti; but of course that was only half the story. As I limped my way up the road (at an elevation of roughly 3500 feet) toward Mary Downen’s cabin, I was marveling at the view through the old orchard and down into the valley below. I happened to turn […]

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