Two trails
Along both trails I found the American River, along with yellow flowers, insects, and piles of rocks. The wet, happy dog was a bonus! Negro Bar State Park, Sacramento County Magnolia Ranch, El Dorado County
Autumn scenes
The theme for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week is Autumn Scenes.
Side of things
My entry for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge this week.
Water is wide
Memory Monday, Week 97
October 1996, Leavenworth, Washington — With this post I’m continuing my memories of the trip I took in 1996 with my mom to central Washington. There are so many things I wish I had photographed on that memorable journey — but all I have is a handful of images that don’t begin to tell the real story of the adventure we […]
Memory Monday, Week 95
In early November 1996 I traveled from Sacramento to Redding via Amtrak bus to meet up with the Big Guy and see him compete in a pro-am fishing tournament put on by West Coast Bass. I took a few pictures while there — but sadly, none of my journey or the actual tournament (yeah, I’m not sure why, either). It’s […]
Memory Monday, Week 94
Three bridges cross this stretch of the American River, connecting Fair Oaks on the north bank and the community of Gold River on the south bank. The westernmost span is Jim’s Bridge (discussed in last week’s post here); just upstream lies the Sunrise Boulevard bridge, built in 1955. The easternmost crossing is the Old Fair Oaks Bridge. This double-span Pennsylvania […]
Memory Monday, Week 93
It was October 1996 when I first visited this stretch of the American River with the Big Guy. We rode across a small pedestrian bridge (officially named Jim’s Bridge as of 1989) on our bikes to explore the north bank, looking for promising fishing spots along Sacramento Bar. I had seen this particular bridge many times but had never set […]
River mist
It was chilly at 7:15 this morning as I started hiking along the American River just downstream from Sunrise Boulevard. The sun wasn’t up yet, and there was nobody else around to appreciate the wispy fog hanging over the water — it was just me and the mallards, and a flock of Canada honkers passing overhead.
