Lazy American

The day after arriving in California, we convinced the parental units to have lunch up at the lazy part of the famous American River. (Natalie and Mo went there a few weeks before...she might have pics to share too...)

Then we all waded into the FREEZING water to people watch. This part of the river is slow, and where a lot of the passing water sportsman decide to take a dip before heading to the next set of rapids around the corner. You can hear their screams of shock, "It's cold!" from the bank. And it was cold!

We noticed a new sport...these guys STAND and go down the rapids. I forget what it's called.

After people watching—we decided to get in; didn't last long though. My whole body felt like a headache...that's how cold it was.

Next, we wandered up and down the bank and had the brilliant idea of climbing around in the prickly bushes—in bare feet—to gather the juicy ripening wild black berries. These berries grow all over the area...including part of Mom and Dad's backyard. I am jealous.

We took our little treasure home, strained it, and used the juice in a frozen dessert called Pretty Pink Perfection. And it was. (You would have LOVED it Stephanie.)

It was a good, lazy afternoon on the American River.