A group of us from Oakland and San Francisco recently decided to visit Sacramento's Crocker Art Museum to see an exhibit of ceramics made by a top American potter. Only, we didn't want to speed there on Interstate 80, see the show, and then speed back. We wanted a little road adventure.
I can justify eating a big breakfast: I have all day to wear it off. And what better place to wear off cinnamon rolls, home fries, eggs Benedicts, a gallon of coffee with honey, and polenta fries than the beach town of Santa Cruz?
I always feel like Huckleberry Finn when exploring the South Fork of the Yuba River near Nevada City, Calif. Unlike plopping on the beach, staking out a secluded swimming spot along this 20-mile tributary can sometimes take a bit of work.