Camping in Downieville offered good times. The town itself is small (pop. 325) and situated along a river in Northern California (see wiki entry here). The annual Downieville Classic invites 800 men and women to sweat on their bikes.
While watching the energetic festival unravel in Downieville was fun, I was very pleased not to be sweating on my bike. However, I will take the job of pit crew to our bad-ass bike riders any day.
I prefer sitting at camp drinking beer and pondering what I would eat next with Ryan's secret recipe salsa. Time spent chilling out with the kids, building fairy houses, and playing tic tac was time well spent.
Unlike my choice meal of sprouts on tostadas and beer, the kids decided out that anything chocolate was their official meal of the camping trip. Nana Mensa, the dog that was from Africa (below) decided that eggs were his favorite meal of the journey.
Josh arrived Saturday afternoon and offered to remove the husks from the garlic cloves. Kirstin looked on with doubt.
His method introduced a garlic like instrument and included a small dance:
The result was positive and we all agreed was more fun than a simple crushing of the clove with a knife..:
We are already looking forward to Downieville next year...