But, now we live in El Dorado county in the pine studded Sierra Nevada mountains with trails everywhere. And I don't have a trail horse. My
Yesterday, our neighbor Patty took me on a trail up off of the Georgetown Divide. We started by a stream, rushing over rocks and swelling the banks after the recent rain.
We followed it for awhile, until it ended at some pools lined with mossy rock.
We retraced our steps to where the trail led up the mountain, past soap weed (the root, a bulb, was used by Native Americans to counteract the effects of poison oak).
I scrambled over loose rocks and boulders, until we reached the top. The trail made a gentle descent on the other side, under spruce and pine, until we again reached the stream. The water was too high to cross; the stepping stone rocks were submerged and my boots are not waterproof.
On the way back to the car, Patty told me about the rocks in the area. They are green and were mined around the turn of the century for jewelry -- sold to Tiffany's even. The stone has a formal name, of course, but its common name is El Dorado emerald.
I knew about the gold in these mountains; I had no idea we also had "emeralds."