We went to Dandelion Days downtown and ate lunch at Mel and Faye's. We also drove to Electra Rd. along the Mokelumne River.
And small still life's in the curves and indentations of the rock.
These old rocks and their amazing beauty are there for to all who come to walk on the river's ancient floor.
The hard, smooth petrified wood lays like fallen reminders of some old growth forest that lost its battle with a fire or storm, long ago, turning to stone as a result of the its tragic failure.
We drove up to the Electra Powerhouse, driving past thousands of Poppies and other wildflowers. This is a most beautiful time in the Foothills. A time of verdant madness.
I saw this sign at the weir and snapped a photo of it, in tribute to my "beans" (my grandchildren).
We drove back down river, stopping once in a while to take pictures. The hills were alive with color.
Then we drove on over the river and into Mokelumne Hill, a small town with a rich mining history and a charming presence.
This one was noteworthy...
There was the old car that sat on the side of an old building... sticking its nose through the fence.
We drove up to the Catholic Cemetery and drove through it, looking at all the tombstones and names. Lots of Italians lived here in the last hundred years or so.
Huge old Italian Cypresses, some of the biggest I have ever seen, towered over the graves of so many.
Then we finally drove home. It was a day of showing my friend what a beautiful place I live in... especially in the Spring of the year. It was a day of loveliness and fun. I didn't hear Max on the way home. I think he was taking a nap.