Muir said that these mountains were once a smooth, even granite ledge, like a titanic speed bump running 500 miles long, south to north. Then, the ice age happened. And when it was ending over thousands of years, water rushing west towards the Central Valley and east to the Mojave Desert carved the mountains. The Yuba River was left to be a relative trickle of melting winter snow cap.
After Spiro left, I took a moment to look out the front of our booth. While I rested my elbows on the tiki bar, I observed the golden hour. The early arrivals were here, their tired bodies with lively spirits lounging in small groups on the lawn under the shade of large willow trees. Not too far off, the Lightning Stage continued growing. The build crew tending to its construction all day and all night.