We reserved the Thanksgiving week at Sycamore Grove Campground, Red Bluff recreation area.
Our campsite among the sycamores. There is a nice long bike path there. I lived in the California bay area till I was 12 among the oaks and golden grass like this. I love this climate.
Sycamores of Sycamore Grove at sunset. Grand old oak backlit on the bike path.
The temperatures are in the high 60’s, low 70’s. Sunny, no wind. It is wonderful after the coast. I soaked up sun and started another basket. I seem to have lost all vestiges of my tan on the northwest beach. Canada geese flying over head, digger pine cones, sycamore leaves and fruit. This little ruby crowned kinglet has been swooping at the bus all day, pecking the window. We also had a white breasted nuthatch doing the same thing, they must see their reflections in the windows. The birds here are nice enough to sit still long enough so I can look them up and identify them.
This diversion dam is behind us on the Sacramento River. In the summer they lower the cement things and it makes Red Bluff Lake behind us. They have a fish ladder for the salmon and trout and they have underwater TV cameras so you can watch them. But now the lake is gone, the fish ladder and cameras closed. Sunset on the Sacramento River.
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