California Like I've Never Seen Before
We stopped in northern California to spend a day with my Uncle and his family. He called in some favors and late in the day we headed out to private property, personally escorted by the owner.
We drove West of I-5, and immediately lost sight of anything resembling Los Angeles, Disneyland, San Diego or rush-hour traffic.
Over hills and through grassy fields.
Through no fewer than three (locked) farm gates. Eventually we ended up on rutted roads more like cow paths.
And then we arrived at a "cow pond." We were told it was full of bass. And that not just anyone can fish here.
She told us that there were so many bass that they needed to be fished out. "Anything you don't want, just throw up on the shore...the coyotes will eat them tonight."
Calvin threw in his line and caught a fish, first try. The dog wanted to get the fish too, but Calvin got the honors of catching the first fish.
Virtually every cast we reeled in a fish. Andrew started out small.
But it wasn't long before he caught this beauty! It was the largest fish of the night! And he caught it on a little Go Diego fishing pole.
I even got in on the action for a while.
And my Uncle who works seven days a week (animals gotta eat every day!) and has rarely taken a vacation caught a few fish too!
My boys!
And from the hill by the pond this was the view!
And I was reminded about those pioneers who first came west. The ones that didn't go to Oregon, came to California. I don't think I've ever experienced the natural beauty of California in this way. Of course, there are cosmopolitan cities and vineyards and mansions, each beautiful in their own way, but this is why pioneers walked half way across the country!
About a hundred miles from Sacramento, 30 minutes west of I-5 on a dirt road it's still stunning!
We drove West of I-5, and immediately lost sight of anything resembling Los Angeles, Disneyland, San Diego or rush-hour traffic.
Over hills and through grassy fields.
Through no fewer than three (locked) farm gates. Eventually we ended up on rutted roads more like cow paths.
And then we arrived at a "cow pond." We were told it was full of bass. And that not just anyone can fish here.
She told us that there were so many bass that they needed to be fished out. "Anything you don't want, just throw up on the shore...the coyotes will eat them tonight."
Calvin threw in his line and caught a fish, first try. The dog wanted to get the fish too, but Calvin got the honors of catching the first fish.
Virtually every cast we reeled in a fish. Andrew started out small.
But it wasn't long before he caught this beauty! It was the largest fish of the night! And he caught it on a little Go Diego fishing pole.
I even got in on the action for a while.
And my Uncle who works seven days a week (animals gotta eat every day!) and has rarely taken a vacation caught a few fish too!
My boys!
And from the hill by the pond this was the view!
And I was reminded about those pioneers who first came west. The ones that didn't go to Oregon, came to California. I don't think I've ever experienced the natural beauty of California in this way. Of course, there are cosmopolitan cities and vineyards and mansions, each beautiful in their own way, but this is why pioneers walked half way across the country!
About a hundred miles from Sacramento, 30 minutes west of I-5 on a dirt road it's still stunning!
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