Tuesdays in my Town - Buck's Bar on the Cosumnes River
Okay, not to turn this into "my favorite river spots" or anything...but it just hit 100 degrees here and i had the pleasure on saturday of going with some of my favorite people to one of our...yes indeed i can't resist....favorite river spots. since i talk about the river a lot, all summer long, i figured i'd go ahead and show you all this particular spot for this week's "Tuesdays in my Town."
so, my town placerville (aka p-ville, peevs, and infamously "old hangtown") is actually located between two beautiful rivers coming out of the sierra nevada mountains: the american river to our north and the cosumnes river to our south. my friends and i have spots we prefer on both rivers, depending on the day, the kind of hike you want to do, and the month of the year.
on saturday we drove out toward somerset down buck's bar road to the bridge and hiked out to the perfect june swimming hole in the cosumnes river, which, by the way, i read is the last undammed river on the western slope of the sierras.
it was carolann's birthday - a super exciting one - she turned 30! a fact that she is thrilled about.
she chose to spend it at buck's bar because it's the perfect spot to hang out on the rocks and jump in.
here's c.a. and her man ezra in the water.
the hang out: zack, carolann, ezra, and darin:
it's kind of a long hike but lovely, through giant manzanita bushes and oaks and dandelions and wild sweetpea and poison oak, down through the rocks (lots of folks come here to do rock climbing) and down to the perfect green clear fresh water. soooo worth it!
one last note: i've realized that swimming in the river (especially if it's kind of a secluded spot and you hike a while too, and the water is deliciously cold and there are trees and rocks all massive around you) is the perfect antidote to feeling gloomy, hungover, or unhealthy.
it makes you feel so alive and spritely and warm and somehow just loved in the world and happy to be exactly who and where you are.
all this talk reminds me of that little campfire song:
the river she is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river she is flowing down to the sea.
mother carry me,
child i will always be.
mother carry me down to the sea.