|Chia packing up the last bit of his gear.|
|What's that old commercial...."The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup!" Here we see Chia before the coffee has kicked in.|
|A crappy shot of the dinning room and bar.|
|Eventually we made it in to Placerville and then via some no shoulder, high traffic roads into Sacramento.|
|Once you get to Sacramento you can relax....great bike lanes and a section of 35 miles of separated bike path.|
A little side story....about 13 miles before we quit for the night. We were stopped at an intersection (in the pitch black) where the path split, trying to figure out which way to go. Some guy out riding asked us in a nice thick Russian accent where we were trying to go. We told him West Sacramento....maybe Davis (which was about 25 miles). He flat out says "No....Really....Where are you going tonight?" And you have to say it in your best Russian accent. After he told us the right way to turn and we where pedaling away....we couldn't stop laughing about the total sound of disbelief in his question.