"I need to get some rocks from the river for my class on hot rock therapy. Any one feel like helping me out?" a very tired Elizabeth queries after a loooooong week of massage therapy classes.
Hands shot up in the air as volunteers eagerly joined up for an afternoon at the Yuba River. Wedged between past and predicted storms, the 69-degree temps offered no hardship as Dad, Lydia, and Rachel set off with a detailed list and a treasure sack. Let the games begin!
A short drive from home brought the collectors upon the rustic beauty of the Bridgeport Bridge.
In addition to its obvious charm, this bridge holds title as the longest single-span bridge in existence. Yet another piece of yesteryear that puts our little corner of the world on the map for those seeking pioneering/mining history of California.
In use since 1862.
Dedicated to those who sought a new life here in California.
But, lest they forget why they came . . .
The girls grabbed the list and set to work.
They searched far and wide for this shape and that,
Taking time to enjoy rejecting those that just didn't quite measure up.
Some wore out before others in the quest. ("Always carry a book," I have counseled through the years. Nice to see they listen.)
One even had energy left to craft some comic art along the riverbank -- a gift to future passersby (until the storms return).
Finally the hunters returned home and spilled out a trove most plentiful.
Some enjoyed studying the flecks and musing over the origins (budding petrologists?). Another merely enjoyed the hunt (rockhound?) and set off to journal the experience. (Wanna guess which one?)
A third gathered up the stones as tools (massage therapist?) and set about warming them for the next homework item on the agenda -- putting these stones to play in an actual massage.
At which time I began waving my hand wildly in the air, volunteering to help her with her homework . . . like a good homeschooling mom.
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