Bubba was looking for a relaxing Caribbean holiday but went to a cut rate, online travel agent and ended up in Cuba. He had a good time but is still looking for his south of the border experience.
The travel agent did not give me my time on the beach in the Caribbean and I called to complain. My trip to Cuba was fantastic but not the hammock and sand adventure I was looking for. The lady on the other end said there were some great prices on vacations in Columbia and, since the price was so low, I took her up on it.
Did you know there is more than one place named Columbia? Upon arrival I found that there is a restored gold rush town named Columbia located in California.
When I showed up, they held a parade in my honor.
They even scrambled the fire department and the militia.
It may not be in South America but I think I like this place. Columbia California is a preserved gold rush town that is now a state park. The park rangers are friendly and helpful. This nice lady explained that I was not in the Columbia in South America, but a safer spot that didn’t have any beaches.
She suggested I look around and meet some of the local residents. In a western town, you start at the blacksmith’s shop.
I found a new hiking shoe for my brittle feet. It was just a little too big though.
I tried it on and found it was too heavy to go dancing in.
I had to be rescued by this gunslinger. He let me ring the dinner bell.
I decided I would have to stay for awhile. I found The Fallon House, a hotel on the edge of town.
I signed in at the register and got my key to room two.
I stopped off at the local Saloon where the saloon keeper greeted me with a nice, cold, dark beer.
And pretty soon it was time to call it a night.
Tomorrow I’ll explore the town some more and maybe look for some gold.