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| Frac all decked out |
We left Half Moon Bay under cool sunny skies with me glowing as shiny bright as the trophy I held for winning the half Moon Open. Judy exclaimed, "****" when I came from behind to rip her wiley heart out. From there, our trusty GPS unit, Susie, routed us right through downtown San Francisco out across the East Bay Bridge up the 80 to Sacramento and finally off East to Folsom. We had a little hiccup because of a poor address feed into Susie (She's only as good as her programmers). I had to do some tight reverse maneuvering to free Fric and Frac from the dead end street we found ourselves on. But, thanks to traveling mercies, we find ourselves safely nestled into site #58 for the next three nights. Tomorrow, we plan to ride a significant distance along the American River Trail, which according to the legend is a 32.8 mile one way. If we do the whole trail, the distance will be 65.6. We'll see. In the evening we nervously bit our nails as our beloved Zags narrowly beat the SF Dons. We hooted, groaned, and howled, depending on the game events. In the end, we wiped the sweat from our relieved brows. Liz, of course, joined us for both our dinner of sausage pasta and salad, and joined us with her own rabid cheering for the Zags. This campground is quite lovely, although the reservoir itself shows disturbing signs of the the perennial drought California suffers from. This place could use an extended period of rain. So much to pray for these days. In the meantime we're thankful to enjoy whatever we're presented with, and happy to report that life is good, especially today.
These two Wiley Cagers giving me their most conspiratorial smirks.
Liz mobile right next door.
Crossing the East Bay bridge, just going with the flow.
Last year the snow pack was at 200%. It's a mere 60% this year. It' been a while since the water lapped up against this life guard station.
Art shot: Miss Kitty just waiting for a chance to ride.
Site #58: Quite bucolic.
We'll see how far we get.
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