Silver Fork
by D.A. Edwards
From last Wednesday morning, on the Silver Fork of the American River, camped at a location just 25 minutes from my truck. In the summer there would be dozens of people swimming in the warm water potholes at this location, called, appropriately, The Potholes. I had the place to myself for 24 hours. Plenty of water and a bit of residual snow from our average winter which seemed positively biblical compared to the last 4 years or so.
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