I couldn't finish off this fun afternoon without talking a bit about Placerville and the big place it has in my heart. Placerville is an old mining town in the California Gold Country. Over the past 25 years, Don and I, with the kids have gone up countless times always attached to a visit with Barbara and Jeff. Our kids have tramped through the woods exploring knot holes and tree nooks; built treehouses, played pirates, caught fireflies, camped, and explored mines. We've made the annual trek up to
Apple Hill enjoying cider, fritters, and mile high pies.I used to think that moving there would be just about perfect. But time and rising real estate costs, not to mention increasing numbers of people moving up from the valley, has made that idea all but impossible. So now as we approach retirement, we look farther north to other possibilities. Don wants the mountains. I want the ocean. Sounds like coastal Oregon to me but that will be saved for another story.
In the meantime, I enjoy showing off Placerville to Biene and Lisa - the antique shops, yarn store, old bookshops, art galleries, and all the places where coffee can be had. Biene explored the yarnshop in great detail; Lisa found a vintage pink apron that she could not live without. And me? For the first time in memory, I went home empty-handed but heart full of memories as my old favorite became new again as I watched my friends enjoying it all.
Placerville Tour
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