January 11, 1995 |
There weren't many folks left in town on Tuesday. The Russian River had crested during the night at 15 feet over flood stage and cold, muddy water swept without mercy through this blue-collar resort town, long a playground for the Bay Area and now a lake littered with uprooted trees, drowned automobiles and abandoned Christmas toys.
July 27, 1997 |
It was well after 11 on a cool spring night by the time my husband, Paul, and I, along with friends from the Bay area, Fritz and Anne Kasten, pulled up to the Applewood Inn in the Russian River Valley. We were tired from the two-hour drive from the San Francisco Airport where the Kastens met us: through San Francisco, over the Golden Gate Bridge and past wall-to-wall Marin County suburbs on U.S. 101, then onto California 116, which winds through Sonoma Valley farmland into redwood country.
August 27, 1995 |
Lured by redwood forests, fog-tempered summers and sandy swimming holes, vacationers have been coming to the Russian River since the turn of the century. Once known as San Francisco's Riviera, the Russian River resort area was a day trip by ferry and train. Travelers stayed in rough cabins or in scores of resorts and camps along the railroad tracks that, until 1935, extended north from Sausalito to Monte Rio and Guerneville.