If you were the Public Service Director of a country radio station in Fresno, California, "celebrated" meant only one thing: The third week in May and frogs, frogs, and more frogs. Championship frogs, children with frogs, DJs needing frogs, escaped frogs, and all of it because Mark Twain wrote a short story.
It was always our big May event with contests, charity promotions, and interviews. You've heard of herding cats. You haven't lived until you've found yourself on hands and knees under a desk trying to get a bulgy eyed amphibian to cooperate. Whatever feminine delicacy I might have had prior to that job, rapidly disappeared amid ice chests filled with warty denizens, not one of which was worth kissing, though some were probably better than the Program Director.
In the Sierra there is a peaceful little town named Angels Camp that swells to a half million of your nearest and dearest friends once a year, it is the location of the Celebrated Frog of Calaveras County. Should you ever find yourself in the Golden State in the Month of May, there is only one place to be. You can even bring your own frog to Frog Town.
If hopping amphibians aren't your cup of tea then you will find yourself in the beautiful Sierra with amusements that span the range from four star dining at local wineries to risking life and limb rock or cave climbing. You can even still find gold in them thar hills.