|This area was just opened by EBMUD to kayakers and fishing.|
|This is a low water level compared to this summer when the snow melt had it very high, fast and cold.|
|Dad is too cool in his sunglasses... notice the clarity of the river.|
|The bridge we cross to Jackson.|
|This is a cart that goes across the river and it looks like it can hold a couple of people. I am not sure what it is or does, but EBMUD owns it and I would love to find out!|
This river has meant a lot to me even when I was younger and living in Lodi. I used to swim in it and my grandpa Bouttier could never say the name right. He would call it the "muck a who me" and I would just laugh at that. My grandparents were killed in a car accident at the turn off from highway 88 to Sutter's creek when I was 15. I can drive there on the weekends and see the store with the big statue of the lumber jack who is missing his ax now... at first it made me sad to see him. I had avoided him all my adult life, swearing I would never go to the area again. But now it feels like home... and the "muck a who me" is my favorite river...