49th Gold Country Scout Group, BPSA-US – Grass Valley – Nevada County


Camp. Hike. Whittle. Whistle. Bring your whole family or just come on your own. This co-ed, all-age traditional outdoor scouting program was developed and refined over 40 years starting in 1907 by the Father of Scouting and Chief Scout of the World, Lord Robert  Baden-Powell. The nostalgia we have for scouting days of old exists because of this program.

 The opportunity to participate in a whole family activity is rare these days. The best way we learn is by example – from friends, from parents, and from other community members, young and old. Develop skills, meet new people, have pride in your work and your service to your community.

We teach real outdoor skills and engage in adventures, campouts, and community-building. Service is one of our core tenants, as we create a culture where children and adults ask,”how can I help?”

Our aim thus remains the same as when scouting was founded: to promote good citizenship, discipline, self-reliance, loyalty, and useful skills. BPSA is totally independent of, and not affiliated with, the Boys Scouts of America or the Girl Scouts of the USA.

We are members of the World Federation of Independent Scouts (WFIS); and as such are not in competition with other American scouting associations, we are only their brothers and sisters. BPSA-US work closely with the Baden-Powell Scouts’ Association of England and the Baden-Powell Service Association in Canada.

The original scouting family  Lord Robert Baden-Powell, the Father of Scouting and Chief Scout of the World, and his family

“The most worth-while thing is to try to put happiness into the lives of others.”- Lord Robert Baden-Powell, Founder of the Scouting Movement


“The BPSA offers a choice for those with curiosity, energy, and independence of spirit. We are committed to providing an appropriate alternative and community-oriented Scouting experience. The BPSA welcomes everyone, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, class, ability, religion (or no religion), or other differentiating factors. Our mission is to provide a positive learning environment within the context of democratic participation and social justice. We foster the development of Scouts in an environment of mutual respect and cooperation.”

The training scheme devised by Baden-Powell is based on using the natural desires of young people as a guide to the activities that will attract and hold them.

Our method and practice provide young people with the opportunity to craft and develop their own adventures, trips, and service projects.

The appeal of true Scouting has always been to that element of the vagabond, pioneer, and explorer, which is part of our nature, and is at its most evident in youth.

Scouting is an outdoor movement and that is part of its character. To whatever degree conditions may, at time, force us indoors—such as weather, darkness, or town life—we must regard this as second-best necessity and never as a satisfactory substitute for the real thing.

For more info – https://49thgoldcountry.com


photos by Celeste


AuburnLifestyles.com – Auburn, Ca. – Placer County

Auburn is our “Big City” neighbor to the West. Home Depot, Best Buy, Old Town and ….Ikeda’s! Ikedas isn’t big shopping, it’s a combination of a country market and burger stand. We’ve been stopping in at Ikedas since the 70’s, it’s one of Auburn’s secret spots!


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Absolutely EVERYTHING Auburn, California. If you live there, are visiting or are just passing through auburnlifestyles.com is your first place to go!

Here is the latest issue of  Auburn Magazine


Hanging with Kelly – Guest Blogger – Placerville, Ca

Kelly Howell; Wife, Mother, Documentary Photographer, Entrepreneur,…..Adventurer. Kelly lives in Placerville, Ca. which is also known as “Hangtown“. Below is a blog post from her photography website, www.kellyhowellphoto.com.

Exploring the Outdoors

I always forget how close we live to so many beautiful, natural things. We live a little over an hour from Lake Tahoe and two hours from the beach. In between all that are many more of California’s wonderful places like lakes, waterfalls, streams, foothills, wetlands, mountains and forests. Many of the reasons I live in California is to be so close to all of these things. If you don’t live here you probably don’t realize how diverse our terrain is. I have encountered many people who think everyone in California lives next to the beach. I giggle every time someone tells me that. It’s not just people from out of the country either, it’s people from other parts of the states too.

Recently we took a trip to a place called Bassi Falls. I have heard about the falls from several people, but we just never took the time to go. I don’t know why, since it’s only about 45 minutes from us. It was a great hike for our family. It was about a mile in and it cascaded over giant granite boulders. It started out on a single track trail among towering pine trees.


Pictured is my mom or what my son calls her, Gigi. 


Once the dirt trail ended we were on granite rock for the rest of the time. I love the rock! The granite has these tiny little sparkles underneath the sun and it reminds me of the sea shimmering. It also allows people to build cairns, which for some reason I am drawn to photographing. The cairns are meant to mark trails, but many people now just build them as art or to mark their presence. Many park rangers end up knocking them over as they can be misleading for other hikers. So I never trust them to lead the way anymore. I do however like to take pictures of them and have many photographs of cairns in my collection.



Pictured is my husband and son.
As you can see in the next picture is a lot of granite rock. Many of California’s trails near Tahoe and in El Dorado National Forest are made of granite. A popular jeeping trail called the Rubicon Trail, which was a Native American foot path at one point, runs through this area. It’s about 22 miles long and brutal. I remember going on it with a childhood friend and her dad and the jeep broke down. We had to camp on the granite rocks for a couple of days until someone came to our rescue.




Even though the waterfall wasn’t flowing a lot, since it’s later in the summer, there were still many pools to swim in. Had I known, I would have worn the right clothes. However, there were many shallow pools that my son, husband and I could splash in. My parent’s dog even got in on the action!



Such a beautiful place, so close to home. You’ll just never know what you’ll find when you explore! I’ll leave you with a couple more shots of the pools and scenery. Until the next adventure!




To read more of Kelly’s adventures, go here to her website blog –



Rob of the Redwoods – “There’s No Place Like Home “

Rob of the Redwoods

My on going adventures in forest and wildlife protection, conservation, advocacy, restoration, recreation and reconnection in the redwoods and beyond.

https://robdiperna.wordpress.com http://www.wildcalifornia.org

There’s No Place Like Home

It’s said that home is where the heart lays; for me, home, the place my heart loves best, is nestled about eight miles upstream of the town of Orick, CA, along what should rightly be called the Redwood River, in the remote and largely untamed wilderness of Tall Trees Grove and the surrounding environs in Redwood National Park.

For five years running now, I have made the journey up Redwood River to camp on the gravel bar and to commune with the wise and ancient ones of Tall Trees Grove as the wheel of the year turns from summer to fall. Amazingly, this last weekend was the first time all year I’d taken the Redwood Creek Trail out the eight miles to the dump-out spot on the gravel bar, about a quarter-mile downstream and on the opposite side of life from Tall Trees. The winding, largely flat, journey along the southern bank of Redwood River travels through a menagerie of old-growth, residual old-growth, heavily-logged second growth, and areas of landslides and slumps from past timber harvest where now only the red alder dare to grow.

Late September rains swept through the North Coast in the days prior to my adventure, doubling the water volume in the watershed to 200 cubic feet-per-second, and with the seasonal rope and plank footbridges having been recently-removed, fording, river hopping, wading, and trudging were part and parcel to my planned itinerary. At the first ford on the 1.7/1.9-mile trail mark, I encountered warm, gently flowing streamflow of only ankle to lower-knee-cap depth. Here, I saw no point in wasting the time of taking off my trailrunners and simply trudged through and on to the other side, quickly eclipsing the lower-river gravel bar and hopping onto the long, flat, gentle hike upstream through the forest on an old, now long-since re-purposed log hauling route.

After about three hours elapsed from my departure, I found myself dumped out onto the Redwood River gravel bar along the southern banks, and meandered downstream only about one-tenth of a mile to where the gravel and sand gave way to stream where I found a previously-used fire-pit and flat, sandy transition in the gravel where I would set up my weekend’s campsite. From this vantage point, the bends in the river significantly restricted field and distance of view, and nearly all of the up and downstream field of vision offered sightings of old-growth forest lining the streamside on both sides.

Being mid-afternoon at my arrival, the first task was to set-up camp, and the second to collect and boil water for a much-needed meal. These accomplished, I discovered that my long summer of work followed quickly by a smash-and-grab vacation trip, followed again by a period of pedal to the metal at work had left me simply and plainly exhausted. I had no hunger for hiking or exploring further on this day, not even for making the very short jump upstream and across to the north side and Tall Trees Grove, and instead resolved to make my way there at morning’s prime forest twilight hour.

In lieu of further adventuring I resolved to sit, watch, and play with the light and shadows of the sky, sun, landscape, and the waters of the river, immersing myself in the experience of being in such a unique and special place, a place that I dreamed of as a youth and somehow found in my adulthood. Here, the further upstream I travel, the further back in time, space, and place I go, suspended in a world beyond time or space, standing tall, but dwarfed by the ancient giants that line the streamside all around me.

As nighttime came, the sounds dipped low and crisp, and I slept coddled in my mummy-bag, happily listening to the mumbling of the river rapid just downstream sing me through to morning.

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