It's already Wednesday, and I still feel hungover from the weekend. Not hungover from alcohol, but from
fun. I just had too much damn fun. I'm still amazed how we managed to pack so many things into three short days.
SUPER-SOAKED SATURDAY:
Grace, Mark and I went whitewater rafting along the Mokelumne River as part of a
Foothill Conservancy fundraiser. The weather was a little overcast and drizzly. But hey, you can't expect to stay dry if you're going rafting.
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Grace and Mark in the front, and me screaming in the back. Photo by Pete Bell. |
OARS, a Calaveras county-based outfitting company, led the trip. The rafting entourage consisted of about five boats, and our guide made sure to steer us into all of the big toilet-bowl rapids. (He's the one standing in the back of the raft with a giant smile on his face. Why's he smiling? Because he knows what he's going to lead us into next.)
We weren't the only people enjoying the Moke on Saturday. Dozens of campers lined up along its shores, and fishermen cast lines from the bank. We even caught up with another raft.
What's crazy is this section of the Mokelumne from Electra to Middle Bar was slated to be flooded. As recently as last April, the East Bay Municipal District was planning to expand the Pardee water reservoir as part of their 2040 water plan. It would have essentially wiped out all of the whitewater rapids and destroyed any camping/fishing sites.
The EBMUD's board of directors voted down the Pardee expansion plan in late April, thanks largely to the efforts of the Foothill Conservancy. You can read more about their fight
here.
The organization is trying to get the Mokelumne designated as wild and scenic river, which would prevent any future dams or other damaging development. I can see why they're so passionate -- the river is gorgeous, and locals definitely utilize it.
SUN-FILLED SUNDAY:
On Sunday, we visited Mark and Grace's friends in Calaveras county. They own a beautiful stretch of property in the foothills. Mark and the guys went off mountain-biking, and the women decided to go for a hike.
I also learned that Lucky's new shock collar doesn't work if he's out of range. The dog has a serious case of wanderlust, so I bought a remote-control correction device on Saturday for the next time he feels the need to run.
Needless to say, Lucky heard the call of the wild while we were hiking and took off through the trees. By the time I realized that he was gone, it was too late to use the shock collar. We spent about an hour circling the grounds and calling for the dog. When we finally got back to camp, Lucky was sitting in the shade and wagging his tail. Go figure.
MOUNTAIN-CLIMBING MONDAY:
On Memorial Day, I climbed a mountain. No biggie.
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This is my mountain-climbing face. |
Mark, Grace and I hiked to the top of Round Top, out by Carson Pass. It was a nice little hike, and I definitely felt it in my calves.
At its peak, Round Top is 10,364 feet. Not bad for a midwestern flat-lander like me. The summit was tricky, but not impossible. We scrambled over some loose, rocky spots near the top.
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Fear of heights? What fear of heights? |
But once we got to the top, the view was extraordinary.
Then came the fun part ... getting back down the mountain. For some reason, it's a lot harder to descend. I think it's because you've got your back to the mountain and you can see everything below.
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Trying to disguise my terror. |
Of course, we all made it down Round Top safely. (Except for that spot where I slipped and slid on my butt for about 20 feet. That was graceful.)
With all of our hikes/runs combined, we traveled about 20 miles. Not bad for a lazy holiday weekend.
I can't wait to see what's on the schedule for next Saturday and Sunday. :)