|Scotch broom and waterfall across the channel from Rattlesnake Bar|
“It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is….”
…wrote Mark Twain. “And when you've got it, you want – oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
|Lupine on the shoreline|
For me, the high point came at lunch – my fave time of any paddle day – about midway into an eight-mile round trip.
Landing below a sandy bank, our group suddenly faced a quiet riot of pipevine butterflies erupting from clumps of vetch on the hillside. Black wings fluttered wildly amid deep purple blooms – a “wow” spring visual, for sure.
|Pipevine mob scene in the purple vetch|
We launched from Folsom Lake’s Rattlesnake Bar. Spring runoff has raised the water level, prompting park rangers to open the launch gates and allow vehicle access down a steep ramp to a floating dock.
Heading upstream, we passed small waterfalls framed by granite and greenery. Yellow splashes of scotch broom decorated some hillsides, with carpets of lupine elsewhere. And ubiquitous California poppies shared the slopes with stone wall jigsaw patterns that have defied gravity for more than 100 years.