We ran into a man riding his bicycle, 10 miles from West Sacramento. He pulled a sqweaky trailer with his sqweaky bike and I was a bit concerned that his bike would collapse any second, 10 miles from West Sacramento. He asked us for directions, we couldn't help him. When he spoke, I noticed his one front tooth, and wondered what his story was, I didn't ask him though, for a second, I though that maybe I didn't really want to find out. He looked confused, and he then told us he'd instead just go back to "West Sac." West Sacramento, that was where we were headed. We beat him to "West Sac."

West Sacramento is Yolo County. YOLO.

As we rode through the town on West Capitol Ave, and elderly lady stood, in front of us, in the middle of the street. She yelled at a group of teeneagers to "Come back here" because she was not done with them yet, I was careful not to run her or her purse over as I passed through. Everywhere I looked there were a lot of seemengly homless people. The city itself seemed fine but something was amiss. 

We took this bridge, Tower Bridge. We didn't find the bike path right away. I'm not sure what we ran into. 


We were along the American River. With restaurants like the Joe's Crab Shack, Fat City, and Rio City Cafe I figured something everyone would be down by the river. the bike path was gorgeous and huge, the park was covered with enormous trees. We rode on the path, and police seemed to be everywhere. On the bike path, along the river, a bicycle police officer was making an arrest as we passed through. Less than 3 miles later, we saw more police officers about to make another arrest. Park rangers were everywhere, and every mile was marked with a blue call box.
To me, it seemed like the further north we went, the prettier it became.