If you are longing to feast your eyes on white people drinkin’ some cold Michelob’s from the can, sporting lots of tattoos and a pit bull by their side, look no further than Lotus Park in Coloma.
Although that crowd is not my crowd, I reserve my judgement because they provided me the best people watching EVER yesterday as we spent the day with our family and friends by the river. No magazine or book necessary by the American River when there is so much riveting conversation to eavesdrop on, as well as entertaining visuals.
Did it make me a wee bit nervous when those beer touting Coloma natives were throwing sticks into the river for their off-leash pit bulls to fetch, only two feet away from my children? Yes, a bit. Did I see way too much skin on the men and women at the river yesterday? Yes, a bit. Did we have a fantastic time out there with our friends picnicking and exploring the river? Absolutely.
It is just simply beautiful picnicking by the river, surrounded by mountains in the place where gold was first discovered. This place holds a special place in my heart because I can still remember the year gold was discovered — 1848 — which may be the only nugget of knowledge I retained from my grammar school education. I also remember when I was in junior high an older gentleman brought his gold collection to school to show us. He had collected each and every nugget of gold himself in Coloma at Sutter’s Fort, and divided them into their own little glass containers for our viewing pleasure. At the end of his showing he went to collect all the glass containers and one was missing. Naturally, the old man with the gold was furious. He ranted and raved but there was not a single 7th or 8th grader who confessed to the crime. We all had our guesses about who did it, but the gold thief is still at large. He is probably in jail for other crimes now. The gold man never came back to show the children his gold collection. And that is my gold story. I hope you enjoyed it.
We brought scooters and the kids were able to ride around on a path that encircled a large grassy area. Of course my kids who like to live life a little on the side of danger insisted on climbing down a steep embankment to a place where the river rapids were moving a bit faster. Here they stood on a log in a shallow bit of water and threw rocks in. I stood right by them for fear they would slip off the log and get carried down river.
Here in Northern California summer is already upon us. Happy days!
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.