Room with a View: Campbell, CA

This might be interesting. For the next year, I'm going to take a picture from every hotel room I visit. We'll see what the year looks like 12 months from now.

Where in Nevada County: Landslide

Where in Nevada County can you find this almost-overwhelmed hiking path?

While littering is reprehensible, you have to give them some credit for not taking the can of beer beyond the "No Alcoholic Beverages" sign.

By the way, this picture was taken before the earthquake.


Well, I experienced my first California earthquake last night and thought I'd write something about it today. Unfortunately (or maybe it's fortunately), there's little to say. It was fairly minor and it really didn't feel much different than when I was a kid living in a trailer next to the train tracks. The weird part was getting the rumble without the sound.

The center was 70 miles up the hill. Here it is on the google.

If You Were a Tree, What Kind of Tree Would You Be?

Hey, folks, time for another exciting indiComic (indiToon?). Add your own caption/dialog to the comments below.

The original is from the National Archives of Norway on indicommons. This is actually Dagfinn Mannsåker, National Archivist, in his office in the 1970s.

Where in Nevada County: Monkey Rock

Am I the only person who thinks this rock looks like a monkey face?

Yeah, I'll bet you see two people kissing, but I can't look at it without seeing a monkey.

This rock is just upstream from this bridge:

Which is near this painted rock:

So, where is this bridge in Nevada County? And for extra-special-bonus-bragging rights, what's the name of the beach closest to the monkey rock?

Room With A View

This week's quick overnight trip might have given me the best work-trip hotel room view so far.

A Can of Cat

Look what I made!

It's a thing for the cat. There are three levels inside.

All of the bits (except the fasteners) came from the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, probably the most interesting store in the county.

The shell of the can once contained mustard.

The mustard might explain why the cat is not excited about visiting the new house I built him. (This is as far as he'll go inside it, and I had to put cat treats in there for him to get that far.)

Or it could just be because he's a cat.

Keeps on Ticking

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The original is from The National Library of Ireland on The Commons. This is presumably Sady Anne Lloyd's pug.

Face the Final Curtain?

I love this sign. Where can you visit The End in Nevada County?

How It Took Me Nearly 2 Hours to Go Five Miles

Folks, if you hadn't guessed yet, the 5 Mile House is doing German for October. Not really a big surprise.

I rode my bike up to the Harmony Ridge Market today. It's just on the other side of the road from the 5 Mile House. It took me 1 hour and 50 minutes to get there. But, in my defense, the route I took was longer than 5 miles.

It was 6 and a half.

I went up North Bloomfield Road and cut across Cooper Lane to Harmony Ridge Road to get back to 20 at the top of the switchbacks. Harmony Ridge Road starts off looking like this:

And then it gets worse. I wouldn't drive a car up that road; there's a good mile with 6-12" ruts running through it. I bonked about the time I got to the portion that's paved, which was a bad time because the road seems nearly vertical at that point.

The important number to focus on is not the 6 and whatever miles. It's the change in elevation. And when you take a route like North Bloomfield, it's up and down as you climb. I think 5 Mile House is about a thousand feet higher than my house. The best number to help with that is this: It took nearly two hours to go up the hill. The 5.03 miles back along 20?

16 minutes, 53 seconds.

I'm going to lay down now. Or maybe it's lie down. Who can remember when they're this beat?

Speed Racer

There's a temporary speed sign at the intersection of East Broad and Main. In general, my car hits just under 20 coming around the corner (9 turning left from Main). I just blew through there on my bike.


Not bad. 'Course, I averaged about 3 mph the rest of the trip.

Forgot a Title

So on Saturday, I was tromping around in the snow. On Sunday, I was out on the water on the kayak.

The water is low at Bullards Bar. This is the boat ramp:

The water is an interesting green:

Bullards has these neat outhouses on the water, for your convenience.

Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head

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The original is from The National Library of Ireland on The Commons. We have Mr. Flood (of the Dublin Zoo) holding a lion cub. ~1936

Police Blotter

I love the police blotter. I just forget to go look. Whenever I do, there's at least one that makes me smile. This is the one:

7:37 a.m. — A woman from the 400 block of Broad Street reported a dog had been barking all morning. Then she said it had been barking for three minutes, but she couldn't take it anymore. She said her husband, who is a nice guy, had written a letter, but the residents didn't care.

There's probably something sweet about her saying her husband is a nice guy, but what I hear in my head is sarcasm: That bozo is too nice for his own good. He wrote those losers a letter! Can you imagine? In this day and age, a letter! Hasn't he heard of Facebook? If I were a man, I'd go over and poke those folks, let me tell you. I should have run off with Ty the biker dude instead of marrying a nice accountant. I can't take this anymore.

Now, this is the woman she wishes she could emulate:

9:23 a.m. — A woman reported hunting on her property on Austin Ranch Road and finding people on her land, guarding a marijuana grow, who were armed. She reportedly took a gun away from someone.

From someone?

Dendroglyphs? Arborglyphs?

Old carvings in rocks are called petroglyphs. ("Pointing a finger at eternity. I'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy.") So what do you call ancient carvings in tree trunks?

I read on the Outside Inn's website about the Basque shepherds who carved into the aspen trees up the hill a bit. I thought it would be a fun little drive, so I drove up to just north of Truckee and took a wander through the woods. I had hoped that this would give me something interesting for the Where in Nevada County series, but these trees are in Sierra county.

At least the ones I found were in Sierra County. And it was snowy:

I found a few symbolic carvings.

Where in Nevada County: The Count

I was served a sugar-dusted sandwich with jelly on the side while overlooking this waterfall. Where in Nevada County can I do that?

Getting Ahead

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The original is from the National Library of Ireland on The Commons. The photo is from 'Street Life in London', 1877, by John Thompson and Adolphe Smith.

The Enemy's Gate Is Down!

Since this week's WiNC was so easy (though I thought it would be impossible), here is some more general trivia.

Yesterday, we celebrated Cucumber's birthday with a laser tag picnic. I brought flags. Several people asked what the "Renaissance Faire-looking one was."

So, what do you think these two flags are? Perhaps one is more obvious than the other.

When we gathered my team around one of the blow-up obstacles, I shouted out the title of this post: "The enemy's gate is down!" Everybody looked at me like I had grown a second head. Actually, that's not true. A few just continued whatever conversation they were in. At any rate, without Googling, tell me the reference.

Where in Nevada County: Destiny

OK, I think this is going to be hard, partly because it's moving fast. Where in Nevada City was I when I took these pictures?

Partial credit for just guessing what the heck is happening in these pictures.