Bo had a vet appointment this morning (no fun for either party) so I decided I might as well take the whole day off and hit the lake with the kayak again. One of my favorite landmarks on the river is the S.S. Relief, but I've never actually stopped there. The S.S. Relief is a floating Port-O-John. I was pretty sure that the S.S. Relief wasn't just a hole leading to the river, but I had no first-hand knowledge. In the interest of science, and because I'd had several large glasses of water for lunch, I tied the kayak off and boarded the S.S. Relief. After a quick investigation (it is a floating crapper with limited ventilation and Sacramento hit 104 today), I can say that I'm 51.9% certain that the waste doesn't actually hit the water. Not that I'd trust it enough to do any swimming downstream, but the water's too friggin' cold for that anyway. And I saw fish in there today. I prefer pool water to water that actually has "things" in it. In other news, it looks like our heat wave might be breaking one day too late. I left my thongs (flip-flops, not swim suit) on the patio yesterday and they melted. Fortunately, they were just my yard thongs and not my dress thongs. Yes, there is actually such a thing as "dress" thongs. At least in California there is. There are also several different categories of shorts and sunglasses for every occasion. I love California.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Saturday, July 23, 2005
American River
Just a little something to prove that I don't sit on my ass in the La-Z-Boy drinking beer every weekend. At least not all day. Rachelle and I took the kayaks out to the American River this afternoon. It was supposed to hit 104, so we thought a day on the water would be better than roasting in the house. The American River picks up a lot of the snow melt from the Sierras, so the water is friggin' cold all through the summer. Makes it a great place to ride out the Sacramento summers. The red kayak in the picture used to be mine. Maximum weight limit is 200 pounds. Hmmmm. I can technically still use that one, but I wouldn't be able to carry the cooler, anchor or beach towels. Hell, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to carry the car keys. Or wear clothes. And the park rangers really frown on naked kayaking. Trust me. Anyway, just around the bend to the right is Folsom Prison. Beautiful setting for a prison. From the outside at least. I'm guessing the inside is a little less pleasant. Enough writing for now. I have an 8:30 appointment with a cold beer and my La-Z-Boy.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
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