We’ve been settling in at Riparia – the name of the land and its community of people who have kindly offered space for us to encamp. Lev appears to be having success at discovering Chico’s more Pinkwateresque nooks and crannies. (If you haven’t heard of Daniel Pinkwater, check out one of his many books including The Hoboken Chicken Emergency. If you read The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, you too will be looking for weird all-night diners that serve baked potatoes!)
The fog has been thick many days and nights – what I would call “pea soup fog” if I were in Vermont. Chico is very near the Sacramento River, a lush and reportedly fertile valley. Certainly there are lush fields growing happy-looking green vegetables all around us. But there hasn’t been rain in months the neighborhood farmers tell us. They’ve been hoping to get a cover crop in without having to irrigate. This morning it was clear and cool. I was making tea wearing a long sleeved t-shirt, flannel shirt, wool sweater and fleece and watching a crew of young “grubbers” (growing resourcefully uniting bellies) digging asparagus trenches stripped down to their skin!
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Hi Ruby and Andy,
I am heartened to hear that not everything is perfect in Chico....what the heck maybe you will even miss a real winter one of these days!! haha from Vt.
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