It's just past 6:00 am here in Northern California. I don't know what I'm doing posting at this God forsaken hour on a Sunday morning when I should be sleeping, but yet here I am.
A lot of my fellow bloggers talk about the places they go to fish. I've done the same, but feel it's getting redundant. You've all seen Hope Valley, Upper Lake, the local lakes (Bear River, Silver Lake, Caples Lake and the downcountry lakes, Amador, Camanche, and Pardee.)
Now with the back and leg problems (Osteoarthritis) I'm even more limited in where can go to fish. Besides that this old body doesn't do cold very well any more so I have to wait for it to warm up some before I can fish. Folks, it's hell getting old.
With the advent of rain 13 of the next 15 days I wanted to see if I could do something to keep your interest in coming back to NCT.
At first I tried the political bash. Just didn't have it in me to keep reporting what a moron Donald Trump is. Unless you live in a cave (with that Geico caveman) you see the news and can make your own decisions.
In thinking back, I've touched on some of the historical landmarks here locally and a little of their history. Then this morning (at 4:50 am) I thought that a tour around Northern California might be of interest.
I live in "Small Town USA" with a bunch of other small towns near by. I also live in the "Gold Country" or as it's known locally "The Motherlode". It encompasses 11 counties in Northern California.
I'd like to take you on a tour I'll call Small Town America. I'll show you a bunch of little towns and the attraction of that town. I'll show you gold mines. I'll show you haunted places (you do believe in ghosts, don't you?) and some good places to eat.
Oh, there will be some fishing and camping in there too. After all this is a fishing blog, but sometimes you have to substitute. I do have a new trailer to show you other than the picture on the November 9th post. That was just to whet your whistle. We are currently still outfitting it since we had to buy all new equipment. We had some stuff here at La Casa Kautz like the bed quilt it took my wife 11 years to make and the table runner (quilt) with the little campers and trees on it that those thieving assholes didn't get. Please excuse the language. Still pisses me off they stole the Freedom Express. You still have to replace dishes, silverware, and all those little things stuffed into the cabinets.
So I'll start with the town of Volcano, where I used to live, and I hope you'll stick around for the rest of the tour.