
^Erin & Justin enjoyed the river view!
Today has been a good day and it’s only 2 in the afternoon. We walked down to old Folsom with Erin and Justin to eat breakfast at Sutter Street Grill and took a long walk down by the American river. We found so many fruits and plants to nibble on our river walk- fennel, dill, figs, pomegranates, plums, and blackberries.

A little ways down a whole good chunk of the trail had been caught in a fire. I don’t think it was from all the smoke Joe and I saw a few days back, this one looked like it had been a controlled burn (but really we don’t know). We felt like archeologists excavating bits of history (okay, mainly old cans). The burnt areas revealed many old flat top beer cans with church key openings. We did a bit of research and figure they must be from around the 50’s because that type of can stopped production by the 60’s.

We even came across an area that was still smoking and eventually heard the sirens of a fire truck that came to take care of the flare up. And among the ashes I spotted a blue-tailed skink wriggling away. I fumbled for the camera, but the little guy was just too fast, but boy was his tail bright! I don’t understand how that helps them survive, if anything, I would think it would be a problem being so easy to spot.
After the river walk, we headed back to old Folsom to the Brewmeister for extra brewing supplies. Did I mention that Joe and Justin are brewing a Belgian Whit? The wort is gurgling in our bathtub right now. The carboy is covered in brown cloth and looks a bit Yoda-ish. It’s kind of creepy.
After some much needed supplies, Erin and I convinced the gang to head over to the corner market for an icee and then down to Comstock street where I had spotted an amazing front yard garden the week prior that I had to show them. When we got a closer look it was actually spanned throughout three homes. Flowers were everywhere and there were several beds packed with every kind of vegetable imaginable! We spotted an old woman amongst the greenery working away. I complimented her on her work and she came right over and talked our ears off. Her name was Gladys Trejo and she was 91 years old (she didn’t look close to that age!). She had lived in Folsom for the last 60 years and was the president of the Folsom Garden Club about *edited* 40 years ago. She’s still a member and apparently the lush oasis she was working in was the club’s community garden! She told us we should join when they start up again in the fall and you better believe that I’m going to. I’m so happy that there is a community garden a stone’s throw from our house. I’ve lived here for 2 years now and never knew!
Dinner and brewing will commence again later today so I’ve got to get a few chores out of the way, but I just had to write about how elated I am feeling right now. What a day!