Reflections on California summertime

By Meggan Wenbourne

Thunderstorms a-coming.

Thunderstorms a-coming.

We found ourselves in the Sierra foothills this weekend for a beautiful wedding and a lot of summer heat. With an outdoor afternoon wedding and the promise of sunny and hot days ahead, the only relief we found from the heat was a dip in the American River.

I’m not sure if it’s the lack of consistent heat or lack of dryness in the air, but to me it rarely feels like full on summer time where I reside in coastal Santa Cruz. You almost always need a layer in your car just in case the fog comes ashore. Summer to me has always meant sweltering heat, dry fields and dry air. With a pleasant breeze in the air, this weekend in the foothills was the perfect reminder of summers past.

With a dip in the crystal clear, cold water we were able to endure the nearly triple digit temperatures and live to tell the tale!

It’s always a fun time to experience a new section of a familiar river. The fresh water was a crisp reminder of how important mountain time is to me – I can’t wait to go back.


Rolling hills already changing color! What’s happening seasons?!


Meg-IndiansMeggan Wenbourne is an avid climber, mountain biker and backpacker who works and plays in Santa Cruz, CA. She spends her time traveling to the mountains as often as possible to get lost in the pine trees and explore the granite rock of the Sierra Nevada range and has recently developed an obsession with the desert and its red rocks. When not away on an adventure, she can be found eating burritos and training at Pacific Edge Climbing Gym, riding amazing trails in the Santa Cruz Mountains or nestled away in her cozy tiny house with cookies and adventure reading.