So, I’m looking frantically for ideas and content for describing Quincy, and it occurs to me… I have my own reason for living here, just tell it.
We came from the Bay Area about 10 years ago. At the time the kids were young, one in kindergarten, one in first grade. One day I was driving the kids to school, going along minding my own business, doing the speed limit…. the guy in back of me started screaming at me when he passed, using not so nice hand gestures, calling me names….the speed limit wasn’t fast enough for him. I got so rattled I had to pull over. I started crying, the kids started crying… that was the day I decided, “We’ve got to get out of here!”
My husband’s family has been vacationing at Bucks Lake for decades, some of his fondest memories of growing up were his two weeks a year at Bucks. His sister had come to Feather River College and ended up staying, she’s been here over 20 years now. So, in our quest for “what do we do now”, Quincy was a good place to start.
We came up for a non-vacation visit and instead of heading straight for Bucks Lake, we drove around and took a look at the town with a different lens. We talked to the Principal of the school, ate at some of the restaurants, noticed there was no coffee after 4:00. We fantasized about being so close to the lake, and rivers. It didn’t take us long to feel giddy with the possibility of actually living here. We looked for a house and found one in Meadow Valley, went back home and started putting things in motion for the move.
Moving to Quincy was the best thing we’ve ever done for our family. Yes, there are downfalls, but there are anywhere. But in my opinion, the positives like:
- I can let my kids walk downtown without ANY fear for their safety
- People know not only my name, but who my kids are and who my husband is
- The community cares about each other and when there is a need, we are there for each other
- I can literally walk out my door and get to a hiking or biking trail within 3 minutes, to the lake within 15, snowshoeing, fishing, kayaking, boating, camping…. it’s all practically in my backyard
- The only hand gestures I get on the road is a wave
these outweigh any negatives. I love Quincy, California and am grateful for that guy that flipped me the bird!