Third Quarter Moon
Well, here we are in Autumn. It was Winter when I left home. What’s it going to be like when I get there? Is my cozy little trailer totally buried in redwood detritus? What about Spugly the Spectacularly Ugly Time/Space Transporter? Will it ever run again? Too soon to worry. I’m getting ahead of myself.
Today I took the Gold Line back to Sac State and picked up where I left off, this time heading across town on H Street. I passed Hornet Stadium (Stingers Up!) and a beautiful pedestrian bridge across the American River.
I also saw these things. Odd. Art. College.
Sacramento seems very bicycle friendly, befitting its status as the California state capitol.
I also stopped to smell the roses at the Evans Rose Garden. It was wonderful. I rarely use the word “grand.” This is a grand garden.
Then, to my surprise, I found myself out in front of the governor’s mansion. Hi, Jerry! Nice mansion there, bruh.
Before long, I maneuvered my way into Old Town Sacramento where the Railroad Museum and State History Museum are, among other old things. I took a photo of the former and took a tour of the latter. Sean, the PIC of the history museum gave me a complimentary pass and chipped in some meal money after I told him I walked all the way from the Atlantic Ocean to see this place! Thanks, Sean!
[This picture is for Dan Steward :-)]
In the history museum I was captivated, as usual, by the gold mining lore and an unusual map of the cross continental routes used by “settlers” and explorers.
I found this old photograph of a Native Californian overlooking the rail tracks along the “American” River to be very moving. Big, irreversible changes to come. An entirely different way of life.
The historic I Street Bridge swings open to let ships pass through, like the bridge across the Mississippi River into Davenport IA. Those were the only two swing bridges I saw on my whole journey across the country.
I have a new respect for Sacramento. I think they are trying hard to build a sense of place and to preserve the complicated history of a wildly interesting time.
Peace and Love for Old Town Sac,
P.S. Even though I wasn’t able to match schedules with Amorina and her family this go around, I’ll return one of these days. I like this place!