A few weeks after Sugar Pine, summer fever continued with an impromptu trip to the Yuba River---or more accurately it continued with someone else's trip to the Yuba that I managed to weasel my way into, thus it was impromptu for me. And how lucky I was, as not only was the weather amazing and the swimming spot fantastic, but you know that moment at the end of an epic day when everyone gets a little hangdog and says "Man, I wish we didn't have to go back to work tomorrow"? But you all climb into the car and head for home because being the responsible adults that you are, you do have to go to work tomorrow? Well, what if you just said to hell with work and went to Nevada City instead and got a giant room at The National Hotel and ran into your old roommate at Cirino's and didn't make it to that rock show across the street because you were sitting on your veranda in shirtsleeves til 2 a.m. watching people spill out of The Mine Shaft (where you'd already dropped back a few earlier in the evening) and woke up the next day and went right back to that river again? Well then, you would know what this trip was like.
Like every good trip, there were teacups involved. This time it's a little homemade Ponderosa Limoncello, a birthday gift courtesy of that Tucker kid.
Speaking of kids, this one wasn't too bummed about the swimming conditions.
Krista managed to lose her straps, yet keep her top on through sheer willpower (her willpower that is, I was voting for a different outcome).
Josh never stopped moving long enough for me to get a decent photo. It being his birthday, I don't blame him, I mean who wants to sit still for pictures when you could be perfecting your Smurf Dive or yodeling at wildlife? I don't know what I'll be doing for my own birthday next year, but if I can reciprocate this dude will definitely be invited.
Speaking of dives, here we have Nate Murray demonstrating the art of The Flying Squirrel.
Happy days are ours.
Start with a teacup and end with a teacup. Or three, depending on how much tequila you imbibed the night before. Either way, it's nothing a little river time can't fix. But really, is there anything a little river time can't fix?
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Birds fly high, you know how I feel? Call in sick, run away, forget all the things you were going to do and go jump in a river. I promise it'll change everything. Hop on I-80 and when you hit Hwy 49, head north towards Nevada City. Find North Bloomfield Road and wind your way down to the bottom of the canyon. When you hit the old wooden bridge, stop. That's all I'm allowed to say lest I get reprimanded for blowing up everyone's favorite spot, but there will probably be a handful of cars parked by the side of the road so you'll know you're in the right area. Of course, you'll have to come back sometime, but why not cross that antiquated trestle bridge when you come to it?