I had to visit one of our loggers the other day. My route took me through the little hamlet of French Gulch. It was settled during the Gold Rush, but you rarely see any rush around this sleepy little town these days.
Driving through the tiny town of French Gulch there was a doe walking right down the main street. I wasn’t fast enough to get a picture there, but you can see her exiting stage right.
This little forked horn was browsing on the other side of town. I drove past him, then backed up to take his picture. Ten feet away and he could care less.
Only in French Gulch would you park your fire truck in the drive and your cows in the garage.
A bit of much need rain.
Bliss says this is more like it!
We were out visiting a logging contractor. The delimber processes trees into logs.
Bliss enjoys a drop antler on the way home.
We also enjoyed some rain. They say El Nino is coming and we’re hoping so.