Day 4 (55 miles) Davis to Plymouth, CA
Day four got off to a great start with a pancake and egg breakfast cooked for us by the boy scouts of Davis. Next we got on our bikes and followed the Davis Bike Club into California's very own state capitol, Sacramento.
Although the amount of photos we posed for made it appear that we spent a lot of time touring the capitol, we actually just got to check out the outside for a bit. We were on a tight schedule to reach our destination. However, while looking for a bathroom a few minutes before our scheduled departure, a very enthusiastic tour guide had a different plan for us. Before we so much even looked at the California Library building (that contained our much needed porcelain facilities), he was on us like a hawk, insisting on giving us a tour of the building. Eventually we had to break the news that although we appreciated his enthusiasm for his job, we needed to get a move on.
The rest of the day we cranked out the miles, stopping only for a short lunch break. Everything was in our favor until we came upon a very frustrating road. It was a road made of a rough asphalt that seemed to fight against us as we traveled toward our destination. The odd thing was that it was well paved with no potholes. It looked nice to the eye, but it was exasperating to be going 10 miles an hour on a road that looked like nice, but fought you with every pedal stroke.
Day four got off to a great start with a pancake and egg breakfast cooked for us by the boy scouts of Davis. Next we got on our bikes and followed the Davis Bike Club into California's very own state capitol, Sacramento.
Although the amount of photos we posed for made it appear that we spent a lot of time touring the capitol, we actually just got to check out the outside for a bit. We were on a tight schedule to reach our destination. However, while looking for a bathroom a few minutes before our scheduled departure, a very enthusiastic tour guide had a different plan for us. Before we so much even looked at the California Library building (that contained our much needed porcelain facilities), he was on us like a hawk, insisting on giving us a tour of the building. Eventually we had to break the news that although we appreciated his enthusiasm for his job, we needed to get a move on.
The rest of the day we cranked out the miles, stopping only for a short lunch break. Everything was in our favor until we came upon a very frustrating road. It was a road made of a rough asphalt that seemed to fight against us as we traveled toward our destination. The odd thing was that it was well paved with no potholes. It looked nice to the eye, but it was exasperating to be going 10 miles an hour on a road that looked like nice, but fought you with every pedal stroke.