It’s impossible to ignore the drought when driving over this massive bridge staring at the water marks from years before. Thankfully we have received a decent amount of water here in Northern California, 130% of normal I am told so far. But, still the brutal fact remains we need a lot more. Spring flowers are starting to bloom and we still haven’t had enough water…
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Mokelumne Hill, California is an example of a small remote gold town that is still transitioning and finding its 21st century self. While it does so I enjoyed the heck out of exploring its main street and the details of all its strange and wonderful architecture. I have driven through this town hundreds of times. My parents used to love doing the exact same thing taking us kids for a drive through the gold country. This is the first time I got out with my camera and focused on the details. I probably got a few strange looks from people drinking in the local bar but they shrugged their shoulders and went about their business.
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During our little drive through the Gold Country it is easy to come across barn after barn after barn. I stopped by and took a few photos of them hoping to give you a sense of the area. I have always been fond of barns since we have had many of them through the years on properties homesteaded by my ancestors. Here are a few we stumbled upon that make me wonder what might be inside of them.
Submitted as part of Jennifer’s One Word Photo Challenge.
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It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. After what felt like a year without a single rain drop in California it seems all of the missing rain was dropped in only a few week’s time. Along with all this water the leaves have all dropped and the temperatures have cooled. The malls are full and the UPS drivers seem to go past the house five times per day delivering their joyful packages. Lights are up on the house and fire places are smoking. Bakes goods are plentiful, pot lucks are seemingly daily events, and consequently my pants are fitting tightly. All of these things mean one thing! Christmas time is here again!
While UPS drivers and pot lucks are certainly a sign of the season where, you ask, does one go in Northern California to feel truly in the holiday spirit? The gold country is often where I flock to if only because the gorgeous little towns are decorated in such a charming fashion. Placerville, Columbia, Angel’s Camp, Sonora, Coloma…all lovely spots worthy of future blog posts.
This year, I finally made it to Victorian Christmas in Nevada City. Clearly everyone else had the same idea after being cooped up indoors during the torrential floods of the last few weeks. Crowds were enormous and the energy was high. Children dressed up in various forms of Victorian garb were dancing, singing, and playing instruments. Lots of dogs were decked out in funny little Christmas outfits. Carolers were singing. Even Santa and Missus Claus delighted children and adults alike. A man walked around with mistletoe on a stick catching unsuspecting couples whether they came together or not…
Shops were busy and full of customers which makes me especially happy. The last several times I have been to Nevada City the shops were very slow making me worried that the economic downturn was desperately hurting local businesses. My favorite antique stores were thriving including The Toad Hall Book Shop, one of my favorite books stores of all time.
Street vendors could barely keep up with demand selling mulled cider, jewelry, candles, toffee, peppermint bark, handmade scarves and hats, and antiques. Traditional Victorian food vendors sold falafel, fried Twinkies, hot dogs, and BBQ. (Hey people have to eat, right?!)
Nevada City Victorian Christmas was a delightful way to spend the afternoon and get in to the spirit. This blogger wishes you and yours a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. I hope you find whatever puts you in to the Christmas spirit wherever you are.
May Santa bring all of us a sack full of frequent flier miles.
Bulldog Travels / Photos By Jenny 