This here is the first installment of the Familia Blog. In the days and weeks ahead you’ll be able to return to this page and find travel log entries from the dirtbags who make up our family as they get lost all over the world. For this first entry...We’re going to use it to recount the single day that gave birth to the idea of assembling this crew of misfits.

The idea was as simple as it gets. Leave Cardiel’s house in Sacramento and ride bikes down to the Delta. Bring a couple of Chrome’s backpacks which conveniently have a waterproof liner that allowed us to dump ice and beers in them for transport to the river. Bring enough pocket change to buy some shitty fishing rods, hooks and live bait. Find a good spot. Cast our lines and have some beers. And that was it. The perfect day.

 

Heading out towards the Sacramento River

 

 

Liquor store with live bait? Check

 

 

 Manny goes for the bait

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then some hooks and weights

 

 

 

 

 

Pour the ice in the backpacks

 

 

 

 

 

Loading up

 

 

 

 

Salud!

 

 

 

 

Fold up the poles . . . hit the road

 

 

 

 

Back out into the cuts

 

 

 

 

Through a super old town founded by Chinese Immigrants who helped establish this area one hundred years ago

 

 

 

 

Scouting a chill spot

 

 

 

 

Found it . . . and old fenced-off dock of some sort

 

 

 

 

 

Drop the bikes

 

 

 

 

 

Unleash the worms

 

 

 

 

No fucking joke

 

 

 

 

. . . Cardiel hooks one on his first cast

 

 

 

 

Manny doesn't catch anything. But let's be honest, fishing is about beers and good friends and has very little to do with fish anyways.

 

 

 

 

Pack-up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 And we're out. Looking forward to what's next . . .

 

 

 

 

 

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