The day was hot.
But even if Sacramento wasn't LA, it was still California and not the northern portion.
So, water was wet.
And animals died year-round. And rocks didn't give two shits about the weather. Or anything. Due to the whole lack of a digestive system to generate shits most likely.
The thought made her grin to herself even as her eyes scanned the ground ahead of where she was wandering.
And, an unexpected plus side was that the heat was keeping most folks away. At least from the trail she was walking along the American River. She had passed a couple a while back letting their dog catch a swim in the shallows, but aside from them so far it was her and the park.
And so, despite the heat, her walk was fairly bouncy, making her skirts sway and the bag slung across her shoulder thump against her hip. She had already found a few small rocks of interest, but she was still hoping for something in the bone category.