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| Crossing the American River |
The joys of biking were forsaken for the comfort of train travel from Klamath Falls to Sacramento. After our magnificent weekend of mountain biking (still wondering when my left hand will decide it doesn't always need to be clenching a handlebar), it didn't take too much beyond the words "Sacramento Valley" and "105 degrees" to convince me to take the Coast Starlight down to California's capital city. Arrived at 6:15 am, found a Starbucks, and rode out to Carmichael and a great meet-up with Vince, Margaret, Brendan, Ela, and their three young'uns. Brian joined us for dinner, and I'm now happily ensconced at his place. I'll be here for a few days until heading down to the Bay Area to see Bob, Sally, and Molly.
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