Y is for the Yuba River
Our family found home for ourselves a few years back in one of the most beautiful parts of North California. In an old Gold Rush town we are snug amongst the Sierra Nevada Foothills, Tahoe National Forest, and the South Yuba River. In our small town are snowy winters, steep slopes, the Douglas Fir, the Giant Sequoia, and Incense Cedars. The folks are charming, the culture eclectic, and the seasons are brilliant.
In the summers, the sky is eternal and the people are beautiful.
In winter, the air is crystal and branches drench in moss.
For us, the brightest star is the water in the river.
On the south-folk of the Yuba is Bridgeport, our favorite family spot. The wood-covered bridge is monumental, a historic landmark, served by miners of the north.
Through the bridge and into the water.
We quickly add a rock circle for whomever is a baby at the time.
Safe and sound you'll stay.
The sun and the spring and the sound.
A sparkling meadow amongst the Firs.
Making mermaid people.
A few fish to catch.
What they call Lagoon Island.
Treasures to take home, some to mask in paint.
And a bunch of boys in watery days.
This summer, a little sister will find her way there,
as she has only visited in a warm womb bloom.
I hope your summer is colored with lazy sun and spring water fun!
