A little run up in Berryessa with the gang.
Where abouts at Berryessa? I spent my childhood summers there (late 1960s up to summer of 1978). My grandparents were permanent residents at Rancho Monticello (spot #1, Road 5). We went there so often I had the route from Hayward Ca. to "the lake" burned into my mind. I reckon since the resorts were forced to close for a few years not long ago that all of the old landmarks are gone. Moskowite Corners, Sugar Loaf, Spanish Flats, The Marina, Rancho Monticello, and so on all along Knoxville Road.
I was just out of high school in '78, spent that entire summer of '78 at my grandmother's place .... what a memorable summer. High school grad, 17 years old, no responsibilities, girls, free as a bird, water skiing, girls, parties, the rock music of the day playing everywhere, girls, 3 months of utter freedom and just being young. On Sundays my grandmother and I would attend Catholic mass at this place out in the woods near that college town between Napa and Rancho Monticello (St. Helena?). It was all outdoors, logs were used as pews, and the Father was a young fella that played an acoustic guitar during mass. Trees everywhere, it was just beautiful.
I know the politicians in California wanted to make themselves look like heros in the late '00s and forced the lake resorts to close so "the land could be reclaimed" (shitheads, the lot). All of the infrastructure was torn out (electrical, plumbing, public showers and restrooms, all of the paved roads and slabs). But I have come to understand the region is slowly reopening since the lake is so full it's overflowing the glory hole at the dam now. I hope it returns to it's former glory ... it was a place that created so many memories and a great place to camp and enjoy life.
Man I really miss those days. I wish my wife and I lived closer to Napa Valley .... I'd take her to all the old haunts. But Yuma, Arizona is a looong way from there. Man, that place was a true paradise ... I loved every trip there ... between 1968 and 1978 I probably logged a solid year spent there altogether. Now that I think of it, I guess I had a very unique childhood in that respect. Or I guess I should say "lucky" ...
... we're only young once.