Oh, sorry to leave you right in the middle of Fiddletown, (Where we left off in my last post.) but we will leave once I tell you how it got its name.
Founded in 1849, the town mainly served as a trading camp for the many mines in the area. A popular mining technique, placer mining, was heavily dependent on water. Dry Creek, the local water source, ran dry in the summer months, meaning the miners couldn’t work. It is said that the miners would fiddle around, and the town became known as Fiddletown. Not happy with his town’s name, a local resident lobbied to have the name changed to Oleta (his daughter’s name). This name stood until his death in 1932 when the name Fiddletown was restored.
Embracing the name, residents are not idle. They have fund raisers to support renovations for historic landmark buildings, a Living History Day and a Fiddlers Jam. I’m hoping that some day they will put in a proper public restroom!
Now we will leave Fiddletown and head down to D-Agoustini Reservoir enjoy your journey!
The main action in Fiddletown. From left: The firehouse, community center and library.
The big fiddle sits on the Community Center’s roof.
A closer look at the fiddle.
A bench at the Community Center.
A building across the street.
A rusted old safe on the porch of the building.
Old wagon wheels also on the porch.
I just liked the way this tree framed the building.
Fence ornament. The fence probably hasn’t been opened in years.
An old house with rusted statues.
An old boat abandoned at D-Agoustini Reservoir
A farm house across the lake.
Remnants of trees in the lake.
Reeds and moss ad color to the water.
Looking across the lake.
Dead but still pretty and shapely.
The colors on the lake shine in the water.
Do you see the prehistoric bird eating something here?
It was Tuesday with seniors. I was still hobbling. it was the three of us me, Marlene and Greg. But, we took a different course into Plymouth and Fiddletown.
I’ve been to Plymouth, but not to photograph the sights. We used to square dance and went to a yearly festival there. And, just the name Fiddletown was attraction enough for me. So off we went, with Greg taking us down every back road he knew! I was still in the back seat with my foot up.
Plymouth is a city in Amador County, and the 2010 census shows a population of 1,005. This is a very small town with the downtown area maybe three blocks long. It looks like they are trying to create an upscale yet old look with new construction on the main street.
This is in contrast to Fiddletown where the main drag shows buildings empty and almost falling down. A census designated community in Amador County, Fiddletown’s population was 235 as of the 2010 census. It  is registered as a California Historical Landmark and is listed in the National Register of Historic Places. But, it has a charm to it.
Our guide, Greg, also took us to D-Agonstini Reservoir which I thought was a large pond! And we had crossed the county line into El Dorado County. I’m sure I mentioned in a previous post that you never know where you’ll end up when Greg is driving!
So that’s where our course took us last week. See for yourself in this two-part post.
The Well Fargo bank in an old but modernized building.
Some rusted locks and door handles.
An old gas pump.
A bench on main street near where we ate lunch.
I hadn’t seen one of these in ages!
The old school house in Fiddletown.
The children used an “out” pass instead of a hall pass when they needed to go to the bathroom. These are behind the old school house.
A cemetery across from the school house.
An old brick building that has a lot of rustic charm.
Another old brick building.
The Chew Kee Store (a Chinese herbal shop) established in 1850.
An animal skull on a phone pole in front of a residence.