I just like this picture. This is a stretch of the lower American River just downstream from the "H" Street Bridge in Sacramento. My brother and I took a little extemporaneous walk along the river this morning. We only walked a bit over a mile but it was done at his pace which is well beyond "stroll" and just under "jog". MY joints have been Grinching about that all day. He was planning on a bike ride later in the day. I took a nap. My brother will be 75 this summer. Pretty amazing fellow, my brother.
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The American River is something I dearly miss. As a small kid my parents had favorite camp places along the river towards the mountains. While at LS and ARC I did quite a bit of gold panning on the North Fork, near Colfax. Sometimes we rode the rapids in wetsuits, shooting downstream at fast speeds, such a thrill. Also did SCUBA diving downstream of Folsom and Nimbus Dams. Of course there was the old Fair Oaks Bridge - and stuff there. And tube riding the slower parts during the summer.
I too missed the American River during the 31 years I lived in Oregon. I learned to swim just downstream from the old FO bridge when I was about 3. during the high school years, Chris and I used to float on AIR MATTRESSES (!) from the base of the bluff where she lived down to what is now Ancil Hoffman Park. I've also ridden a horse across the river but we did that in mid summer when the water was low. Love the crystal clear water.
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