Ever since I first kayaked beside these floating homes on the river, I’ve wanted to live in one. I imagine they are magical with big comfy beds covered in quilts, worn shelves filled with old books like “Gulliver’s Travels ” and “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” and patios, where fresh-caught fish is grilled nightly.
Growing up, my cousin had a house — not a houseboat, but a home made of wood and nails — that floated on the Sacramento River. The summer memories from that nook on the river are some of my favorite.
These are some images from a run along the levee the other night with my little sister. She’d never been back there to see these little homes that get more ramshackled each year I visit.
Do you have any hidden gems like these near your home?