Part5 – Last Days in California, 25 May and 26 May
Day 13 – 26 May, Thursday, Gold mining country, waterfalls, lakes, back roads, and a Thud pilot.
Woke up that morning at Bugnatr's abode…had to be out of there by a certain time because they were having some arborists come take down a HUGE tree that needed taking down. Doug said the guy had a crane coming and he was the type to come early as he was antsy to get going on it. He was. He came early with the crane. I'm sorry I did not get a picture of the tree or a decent picture of Doug and Gayle because they were the perfect hosts, but we did have to skedaddle, so no time for piccies. Thanks Doug and Gayle! :clapping:
Karl and I headed over to the interstate for the quick ride over to Auburn to fill up and stop at Starbucks for coffee and to meet up with TomInCA. Now Karl enjoys a good cup of coffee, so a good strong Starbucks is what he prefers in the morning. I may have had something sweet to munch along with mine…as sweet breakfast pastries are a little slice of heaven to me. We parked our bikes next to a couple of County LEO vehicles shooting radar or something other from their vantage point in the parking lot near the road. There was a nice, sweet German Shepherd in the back of the K-9 unit squad car. He rolled down the back windows of the squad car after we parked our bikes. I think he was trying to see if the dog would get a "hit" on anything we were packing in our bags. Good thing Old Michael wasn't with us!
Nope, they didn't catch a whiff of anything. That stuff is WAY in the past for me.
So after the rainy day on Wednesday, it was sunny and cheery this morning. We basked in the sun, chatted for awhile as we waited for Tom and Hycle to show up. Hycle said he would drop by to chat for a bit before he headed off to work. Thanks Mike for taking the time to stop by…it was good to get to know you a little better.
Tom is a very good photographer as well, as you may have noticed from his RRs on the Forum. It was great to head to the various stops along the way that day and get the story of the local history or local scuttlebutt. I eat that stuff up…
So, at the appointed hour, we got saddled up and Tom took us east on Forest Hill to the old Forest Hill Rd so we could see the bridge over the dammed up area that never was dammed. Damned maybe, but never dammed.
For scale. notice the construction crane at the top of the bridge
That was a fun road to go down and then back up on. We continued south on 49 to Coloma to the Marshall Gold Discovery State Historical Park. We stopped on the one lane bridge where Tom pointed out the place where Sutter's Mill is…
Looking back on Sutter's Mill
The bridge
The snowmelt swollen river
TomInCA
Other side of the river
Tom had us continue on this road across the river through the back ways, I believe it was Mt. Murphy Rd for awhile, then he took so many turns that I lost track and just enjoyed the experience of riding unknown roads on a beautiful day…I loved it.
Tunnel of trees
…and some of the local inhabitants
Peaceful day with sunshine…
Tom took us through the back roads for a wonderful tour. Here we are on a road (Maybe Rock Creek Rd just north of Placerville?) above a river swollen with snow melt…
Tom stops for a break at a great spot…a little waterfall on the left side of the road. Karl and Tom with the little waterfall behind them...
Karl
TomInCA photos (all used with permission)
Me in front of the waterfall
Karl and I
The area was beautiful…
waterfall pool
rock and earth
We came down and crossed a river/creek on a neat little bridge
TomInCA photos - all Tom's photos used with permission -
We passed through Placerville and weren't ready for a meal stop yet, so we continued on and took a road (Pleasant Valley Rd?) east to Jenkinson Lake.
The Lake and area are beautiful! These pictures don't come close to showing how intensely blue that lake was. Wow.
snowcapped mountains
trees and water
Tom asked us if we were up to an adventure…He said that this was the Mormon Emigrant Trail, and he said that the pass was most likely closed, but that it was a fun area and we could go past the barricades and check it out. We did. I don't have photos of all the rock and mudslides on the road, but there were some…just to make it a unique little adventure.
Eventually though, we had to turn around...
…just shortly before we have been able to head north towards ******* Pines on another fun little road. Tom grew up in the ******* Pines area and knows all the roads in the area for sure.
Some of Tom's photos from that area...(with permission)
After the turn around...On the way back...Tom's photos still
Karl
Me
We ended up stopping for gas and lunch in ******* Pines (I believe). Great little Mexican bar/restaurant.
Tom's photo...
They had an unbelievable special on burritos…I think it was $2 lunch burrito specials or something like that. I thought they were little baby ones for that price, so I ordered two. But they were not…they were big. So I only ate one burrito as I did not want to ruin my dinner with my Uncle and Aunt that evening. They were good and hit the spot. Well, Tom knew I needed to get back to my Uncle's place in Lincoln early that evening/ late in the afternoon…so we wound our way west. West through Placerville (A place I've heard of many a time on this Forum), then west on Green Valley Rd I believe. At Lotus Rd or thereabouts, airboss split off for his motel up in Auburn, whereas Tom and I continued west towards Folsom.
We took a short detour into a state recreation area at Folsom Lake where Tom showed how the snow melt had caused the reservoir levels to rise so high as to cover the much of a parking lot at a boat ramp. He showed markers out in the water where the boat ramps normally occur. Nearing the end of our ride together, Tom asked me if I wanted to enter Lincoln from the south or the east. We headed on the west side of the reservoir and I wanted to enter Lincoln from the east…so I split off from Tom to the right at Auburn-Folsom Rd as he headed straight.
Now kudos go out to Tom, because he stepped up at the last minute, literally the day before, when life got in the way of Rich taking us around on that Thursday. This whole day happened because Tom took the time to do that for us. Tom is very knowledgeable of the area and very engaging. Karl and I sure appreciated it. THANKS TOM!
So here I am again, riding alone in the California afternoon sun…thinking about this trip. It was great to have time to just think back on all the various happenings on these last ten days in California:
- Death Valley, Kern River and my Dad's.
2. Pacific Coast off SB and KJ at Morro Bay.
3. Rt 58, the Penny bar in McKittrick, and meeting my FJR friends at Big Bad Bubbas BBQ in Paso Robles.
4. The San Andreas fault, the hills of central Kali and chasing the Wing up to Hollister.
5. Alice's, Tyler and OM from Pescadoro Beach to GG, the hills near Bodega Bay.
6. Hwy 1, Skaggs, and Avenue of the Giants.
7. Killer NorCal loop in the Alps.
8. Hwy 36 and Rt. 49
9. Riding in the rain with friends, the Willo.
10. The back roads of gold mining country.
What.
A.
Riot.
Well, I promised my Uncle that I would call about half an hour before arriving to give them a little "heads up", so I stop after getting on 193 going westbound and make the call.
I looked around me and liked what I saw. There's just something about a grove of trees and the hills that are so irresistible to me.
It harkens me back to days on my grandparent's farm in the summertime and the grove of trees west of the farm house in the pasture grasses.
So I head west on 193 towards Lincoln. Wow. Great set of curves once you get west of Newcastle! However, just before I get onto that set of curves, a semi turns onto that road just before me at a stop sign. Now those who know me know that I am not shy about making a pass, but there was just no safe place to do it. So I sat behind him in agony and frustration. I think it was a test from above…or below.
Either way, I passed…the test. I did not risk life or limb for this one set of curves…no matter how delectable. I told myself that I would get them tomorrow when I went to meet airboss in Auburn.
The rest of the day and evening was a glorious one of spending time with my Uncle James and his lovely wife Sharon. I had the overwhelming sense of trying to take this all in…as I had never been one on one with my Uncle before…to savor it like the fine evening that it was.
My Uncle James
He showed off the plants, -flower and vegetable- that he was tending.
Here was a man, who had grown up on a farm (He was my mom's youngest brother…one of six brothers my mom had), become a combat fighter pilot, become an airline captain and instructor, and was now tending plants and taking beautiful photographs. My Uncle James did everything well. Believe me, my mom beamed with pride whenever talking about him. And what 7-8 year old boy doesn't want to be a fighter pilot like their Uncle?
I talked motorcycles and of past memories of him and my mom. I asked him about lots of things, things I've wondered all my life. I asked him about his time in his 20's when he was in the Air Force, flying the F-105 Thunderchief over North Vietnam. He was the best of the best and got his choice of what to fly. He chose the F105…a supersonic fighter bomber...
WIKI PHOTO
The F105
(LINKY) was nicknamed the Thud. So he was a Thud pilot. He shared some stories and insights I had not known from days long ago.
He and his wife Sharon also gave me a tour of their place in Lincoln. A beautiful house, with many beautiful things that they thought of or designed together. A wonderful place. A wonderful home.
One element of interest to me was a heritage photo wall/piece that showed many things from the family farm in Newman Grove, Nebraska.
Photos of my cousins (as I remember them) during the 70s sometime at the mailbox in front of the farm.
My mom is in that piece, and I am as well if you were present there and looked hard for a young man in his 20s. My grandfather's name plate from that mailbox. The whole piece is just really well done and exquisite…for me, one who cherishes my farm memories.
Sunlight out of the farm kitchen window...
My Grandma (Danish) and my Grandpa (Swedish). Both of their families immigrated to America in the 1800s to work in the farm fields of northeast Nebraska.
aerial photo of the farm buildings, the farmhouse, the chicken coop, the pig barn, the cow barn, the equipment and storage buildings...we roamed around here and the fields a few summers growing up. This I am claiming as my ancestral home...although it is no more.
I love barns too...
Thanks Uncle James for this great ending to my last full day in California.