Have you ever wondered what “Calaveras” means, as in Calaveras County?
Well, I did a few years ago, so I got to the bottom of it in one of my past lives.
It all started as I was traveling to Calaveras County to work. The company I was working for was in the tiny, throwback-in-time town of Murphys, which was made pretty famous by Mark Twain.
At the time I was continuing with my Spanish studies. And it hit me, just as I entered Calaveras County… this has to be a Spanish word! Because I was deeply getting into this language, of course I was traveling with a Spanish-English dictionary, so I pulled over along side a dried-out creek bed, and read:
calavera 1. f skull;
Well, there you go. I got back on the road, and my mind began to wander. I imagined a conversation that would have taken place back when Mark Twain used to frequent Murphys. You know, during the time when he was writing “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.”
It would have gone something like this:
THE SCENE: Henri and his cowboy guide named Bernard were standing in a dried-out creek bed, thirsting for water amid the skulls of so many steer that had come before them. These remnant cows had just stood there waiting for the rains to come. But – alas – the rains never came, but the buzzards were right on cue.
Henri (a mild-mannered Frenchman, who had been drawn to the area for the sake of freedom, has also brought a few vines with him that would also go feral) said to Bernard (who had become a bare footed , beer guzzling, tobacco chewing, tequilla shooting cowboy), “Mon Dieu! Qu’est que ce! Where did all these bones come from, Bernard?”
Bernard, who had been in the area for a few years before Henri, panning for gold but it didn’t pan out, said, “Legend has it, mon ami, that many a steer came before us, and they just weren’t smart enough to mooove on.”
And so, Calaveras County was born by someone who needed to name names.
Fast forward to today, and I’m going to share with you my new favorite Calaveran… Jeff Stai. Poking fun at most processes, Jeff’s out in Calaveras County promoting wine and rubber chickens, and I’m not sure which he’s more passionate about… But, what I do know is Mark Twain woulda loved this guy (maybe not Bernard, but maybe Henri).
I’ve come to know Jeff because he’s my only Sierra Foothills PS I Love You member. Everyone needs a little Sierra Foothills connection, because it tethers us to the history of the Gold Rush, and what that did for California development.
Jeff’s Petite Sirah is big, bold, and totally yummy. Twisted Oak Winery is what it’s called, and his Website is a total trip. He’s not quite what I’d call a cowboy (there are plenty of them out there, though), but he is a bit twisted and proud of it. If you can’t get out there any time soon, just visit his site for ordering Twisted Oak wines.
If you like going back in time, Calaveras County is a fun place to visit. There are great artisan wineries in the neighborhood, and they offer delightful wine for tasting in a rustic setting.
The third weekend in May, Calaveras County Fair and Jumping Frog Jubilee holds their annual event. This year it’s May 14-18. I’m sure there will be plenty of wine, frogs, and a good time…