Today I wanted to share a little piece of writing from a few months ago. The magical Yuba River in the Sierra Nevada Foothills Where Will I Move Next? Look at the UHaul Truck. When I was 22 and 23, I lived in what is known as “Gold Country” in California, a region that seemed unique due to its location in the Sierra Nevada Foothills. California’s diversity in relation to elevation gradient shocked me--I could drive one hour over Donner Pass to Lake Tahoe and spend the day waist deep in powdery snow, ideal for snowshoes or Nordic skis, and the next day, drive an hour toward the Central Valley and hike with a t-shirt in intense sunlight, gazing at waterfalls roaring with the snowmelt from higher grounds. I was doing AmeriCorps, a national service program, and I spent a year working for a national river nonprofit group, exploring Sierra Nevada meadows for field work and spending all of my free time with the other AmeriCorps members, gallivanting around the Sierra. I often biked to work,