It’s fitting that I land tonight in Davis and take that as my starting point for the last leg home tomorrow. As I was pedaling into town this afternoon the route was completely familiar. In fact, I owe my introduction to California, and Davis in particular, to my sister Lynda, who moved here first back in the ’70s. While she was living here, and I was about 14, and took my first trip to California with my mom to visit her here. That was my first airplane flight too, first trip to San Francisco, first trip to the Sierras. How I’d like to go back and whisper in that kid’s ear, that kid that I was. There’s much advice I’d have for him and I doubt he’d believe that now this is home.
Today’s ride wasn’t exactly the blissful pedal through the foothills that I’d hoped. The countryside as I left Plymouth is lovely, but the route was pretty trafficky. The area between Plymouth and El Dorado Hills is kind of one big urban area, with people commuting back and forth. Being constantly passed by cars is just a drag and it’s tempting to just plow through it hoping that the next segment is better. And actually it was.
As I pulled into the Folsom area, I started to see something I’ve not seen a lot of – bikes! As I joined the system of trails by Lake Natoma and the American River, I was in the company of a lot of other riders – plenty of racing types and fitness seekers. Nice to see others cycling, though I have to admit that I’ve kind of enjoyed being the only one in town on a bike. Great also to see people doing something positive for their health. But many seem so damn serious about it, and I’ve got caught up in that too. Even today, after being passed a couple of times, my competitive dander got up and I wanted to try and keep up with, or beat, whoever was around.
Well whoa there. Here I am, not even home, and all the bliss and insight from the trip is already getting wear on it. I spoke to my wise wife last night and she warned me about this next stage and she’s absolutely right. See while I do “spinning meditations” she does actual meditation, for hours, days, sometimes that’s the focus of her days for a week at a time. And through that experience, she’s often experienced insight and moments of clarity that are not unlike what I’ve experienced on this trip. The hard part, according to Megan, is integrating that insight into your life when you return. In fact that’s probably the hardest part. I know she’s right about that. Damnit. Plenty of work still to do. The good news is its fun work.
It was great to be out of traffic and in Sacramento the trail across town is smooth, shaded, and keeps you off the streets almost the whole way. Mostly that was great but I don’t really feel like I saw any of Sac that way. I did get to see the American River, and for the first time I saw where it meets the Sacramento River, just near Old Sac. (Sorry but the pic didn’t make the cut).
Some of the trail was depressing or maybe I should say, heartbreaking. There are long sections that don’t seem to be used much except by homeless people. Just seeing these folks felt odd because I’ve seen few homeless the whole trip. To a visitor from another planet there’s little difference between me and them. There’s a great many homeless that I saw today, and have seen in San Jose, that use a bike as their main transportation, and carry all their possessions that way, which is exactly what I’m doing. Though obviously I have the means to make a choice to do that, and they likely don’t. Clearly it’s not the same and makes an uncomfortable (for me) contrast as we’re face to face on the trail.
The ride took me through Old Sacramento, which is nice and have visited before so I didn’t dwell there. Then the route goes through West Sacramento which is no garden spot either (cheap hotels, drugs, prostitution) and frankly I’m wondering about who picked this route anyway. Then as I passed West out of Sac, I’m into really familiar territory.
West of Sac is the causeway that separates Sacramento and Davis and I’ve ridden it many times. In fact I summered with my sis in Davis during college and it was one of my common training rides to go from Davis to Sac, touch the City Limits sign, and go back to Davis. I thought that was a pretty big ride then – all of a 20 mile round trip. So as I headed across the causeway today I had all the memories of that summer swimming in my head.
So here I am in Davis, the most bicycle-friendly town in America, and a perfect spot to launch my last day. Even when I visited here in the 70s, Davis had more bikes than people, and the first bike paths and bike lanes I’d ever seen. Today is has special bike signals, left-hand turn lanes for bikes, and an amazing network of trails and green-belts connecting different parts of town.
It looks like I’ll have some folks joining along the route for my last day too. My buddy David Gottfried is on his way here by train and will ride the whole day with me. And it sounds like Jeff G and Steve K may join for part of the ride too. I’m really glad to have the chance to round out the ride with good friends. If you’d like to join, just message me, or comment below, and we’ll figure out how to meet on the route.