Summer Escapes

Hi all, CoCo here.

You’ve all heard that infamous quotation about summer in San Francisco being the coldest blah, blah, blah. It makes me mad for two reasons. One: I don’t like to hear anyone trash talking my beloved city of residence. Two: It’s true. Summer in San Francisco is pretty cold. For the past week I’ve woken up to drizzly fog and shivered my way to the train station each morning. Not fun (unless you are the sun-hating half of Francoco). What’s a Bay Area city girl to do? Head to the river.


So far this summer we’ve headed to the river twice. (Far too few times, in my opinion.) Our first visit was a day-trip to tube down a stretch of the Russian River. I spend my entire winters fantasizing about that one-mile stretch just north of Cloverdale. It’s like a home away from home and I am slowly convincing Franco that we need more of it in our lives (he goes back and forth between liking these trips and feeling indifferent). 


Our second trip was this past weekend and we went camping along the Eel River in Potter Valley. It was our first camping trip together and I'm glad to say we made it out alive! And happy! We had some awesome new camping equipment from our wedding registry (thank you Jordan, Andrew, and Hable!), good company (my brothers and their ladies, plus a very cute baby), and beautiful scenery (think Bob Ross). By Sunday Franco was trying to convince me to drive to cell signal to let my boss know I'd be out an extra day. So I'd say it was a very successful mini-vacation.

I'll leave you with some photos from our trips (yay for dry sacks!):

 Root beer on the river. 

One of our many stops as we floated down the Russian River.

Heading home after a nice float.

 Yay! We're camping!

(Sorry for the crappy, front camera iPhone shot.)

 Everyone made fun of our mini tent (right).

In my element. 

Franco's favorite camping companion (our nephew, Sugar).