Too much to do and not enough time to do it... but being busy is good. Right?
I told you, on Saturday, that I would travel on to Isleton, CA. on our road trip... and Rio Vista and beyond. Well ... It didn't happen yesterday because we drove to Apple Hill, in Camino, CA., to meet our daughter in law and "the Beans", (our grandsons). We spent the day picking apples and having lunch at the farms, playing with the Beans and wearing ourselves out. Now I have another post to write about this week, about our fun day with the family.
big pink hotel is almost the only place in town. But it does have another tall old water tower. I love these towers. Every town along the river has one...Then on down the river to Isleton.
This is another sleepy little river town. My friend, "C" fell in love with a house, here, last week. She even went back to see it with a realtor on Sunday. It's a charming house on the river road. Well, not really on the river. It's on Main St. It's a two story white house with a second story porch, a beautiful front yard and a tiny view of the river. I may be visiting her here, instead of just driving through.
Here is some interesting history on this society and it's beginnings.
There was some information, online, about an excavation that was done after a fire in 1926. They found coins. One, a Chinese coin, dated back to 1906. It was
copper, and had a dragon on the front. How cool is that?
We picked up a flyer on the house that "C" has fallen in love with and I found a site that shows the listing... here. Pretty isn't it? We'll see what happens. It's a great price and well... you just never know what directions your life will take when you are "just looking". Sometimes you come across a house that speaks to you. You never know when your life will take a new turn.
I'm very tired tonight so I'm going to leave you in Isleton and hopefully, tomorrow, I can continue on to Viera's Resort and Rio Vista... and the Ryer Island Ferry.
See you then...
It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"