We are soon to leave this area as we head south for, what looks like, some serious challenges. You’d think our editor would show more consideration as we both have now completed another decade of life. Our Mom’s second favorite first-born son is entering a new decade. It’s hard to believe she has children that old. Physical age, of course, doesn’t necessarily have a bearing on mental or maturity levels, in some cases. Some of our activities of late might attest to this perceived wisdom.
We first noticed Lake Jenkinson from the peak of Tallac and then from Pyramid. It is only five miles from our Inn but you would never notice it from the town. The idea was to head for the lake, hire a canoe or kayak and get those upper-body muscles working, for a change. We are always nervous about rowing with our beloved. Although the last couple of occasions have turned out relatively successful, we remember difficult circumstances which we mentioned once before as we ‘sailed’ on the magnificent Lake MacDonald in Montana.
The problem seems to be between the ‘engine-room’ and the ‘guidance’ system. The engine room is constantly called upon to provide more and more power as the guide tends to specialize in directional movement. This puts a lot of strain on the poor engine. On the other hand, what is the use of calling for ‘port’ and ‘starboard’ moves when there is a problem in understanding ‘right’ and ‘left’. Perhaps you can see where this is going—not a good place, certainly not safe.
Anyway, they close the boatyard during the week. This meant we would only be walking around the lake, some 9 miles, although we cut it to seven—an element of laziness is developing. However, the boatyard closure diffused a possible point of tension for which we are grateful.
The color of the lake, which the camera captures accurately, is emerald and blue, depending on the proximity to the shore. The wildlife, particularly the ducks and geese, we found amusing. The water was so inviting that for the second day in a row, we disrobed and entered the clear and surprisingly warm lake.
As we enter this weekend, we remember an earlier period spent in Rancho Cordova, a city on the outskirts of the capital, Sacramento. Our hotel, no name-dropping, was superb. We outdid ourselves. We have to stop this trend of quality accommodation or else we’ll spoil our editor rotten. Nevertheless, at 2:30am on Sunday morning, a party took place in the car park below our window. We think the no smoking rule has forced people from their rooms.
A bunch of cowboys, hats and all although without 6-shooters, together with their women folk were having a hoedown below us. The liquor was flowing while the smoke was blowing. It reminded us of the old Benson and Hedges advert where passengers sit on the wings of a plane smoking. At the time, we thought that was an original perspective. It seems to be far more practical these days.
Our editor, in her excitement upon us reaching parity in ages, mentioned the fact on ‘Facebook’. To all those who kindly offered their wishes, thank you sincerely.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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