I guess the local emergency services heard that BASK was coming to town.
only one swim at the san juan pool. I am convinced chris simply needed a cool-down. Joe, Larry, Kim and Penny all get beers...
and our little floatilla continues down river, to our first stop of the day, riverbend park.
about as many boats on the beach as ever, except for the day of Eppie's great race. www.thegreatrace.com
no one knew in advance that there was a GG bridge opportunity. at this point, we are more than helfway on our 20 mile trek; but the first part was all riverflow - everyone needs to start working now.
looking back at that bridge, with Bus-80 beyond.
Mark and the Sunrise footbridge. The American river is flanked by bicycle trails on both sides of the river for most of the stretch of our run.
finishing up.
Gail finally arrives. :)
da Prez, with miss moneybags behind.
The H street bridge, built in 1932. Back in 1997, the floodwaters were a mere 3' below the underside of this bridge - the levees held (phewww).
Eilleen in the shade under the Hwy 160 bridge.
susan, jim, chris, karen, monica, dan
most parts of the river are riparian, and protected, but some homes have managed to encroach. money, I blame it on money.
Lunch at the park formerley known as Goethe Park (now Riverbend Park). Wikipedia has a fairly complete article on why the re-naming took place: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Goethe
kim, dan, emily
taking a refreshing dip at Paradise beach. Back in the 70's this was the local hippie hangout. Now, dogs happily swim here.
this billboard always has the weirdest ads.
gail, emily, dean, eoin, joe, penny, eilleen listening intently to the admonition to "stay left".
margarita
some take a peek at the downriver Arden rapids, after lunch, and before embarking on the next leg.
kim the quandaries for the day were: helmet or no, drysuit or no, neoprene or no. Sunscreen and hats were mandatory items.
Union Pacific was gracious enough to show up right on schedule. This railroad bridge is 101 years old, and still working hard. If you've never paddled under a moving locomotive, you're missing a thrill.