Every time I think I remember everything wonderful in California, I make the pilgrimage back and make wonderful new realizations and discoveries. But isn’t that true of life in general?
With so many hot shots within an stone’s throw of California’s capital (think Napa, Yosemite, San Francisco, Lake Tahoe), it’s easy to overlook this rad little big town. Sacramento has a laid back, no rush sort of vibe. We had a nice little adventure my second day home.
But first, my mother would never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t mention golfing! We woke up, drank our 1st cup of coffee at the table and the second by the pool, had a champion’s breakfast and took to the green rolling hills for a golf lesson with Steve, Mom’s golf instructor. Now, even though I thought my favorite part would be the golf cart ride (and don’t get me wrong, it was a highlight), I quite enjoyed swinging a club with brute force to rid myself of the built up aggression and stress clogging up my soul pathways. That’s why people golf, right?
Anyway, Mom, you were right! Golfing will definitely have a spot in my extracurricular activities, even if it is less refined and more violent then the average bear’s golf game.
After our lesson, we picked up Dad and took the short drive to Sacramento. My first thought was a bit of shock from the amount of green present within the city. There are so many trees! So many!
We grabbed lunch at a divey little place on the river called the Virgin Sturgeon. You enter the restaurant via rusty old cargo hold fashioned into a tunnel. This tunnel is a portal into a strange casual dining world. A world where crusty old river pirates can simply ferry their boats up to a dock for a few strong ones and leave singing their stories a bit too loud for polite conversation, a world where a couple of older ladies can sit, watching the river flow by with their copies of Green Hills of Africa by the late and great Hemingway.
Our food was decent. Dad had the catfish, I had the trout, and Mom had the fish tacos.
After lunch, we hiked back up the vortex of terror to our car and made for the city.
Our destination? The very classy Crocker Art Museum.
Mom discovered that there was a Toulouse-Lautrec exhibit, so we were all pretty excited. Yeah…we get excited about late 19th, early 20th century French art. Unfortunately, I was too much of a chicken to take pictures (there were angry signs: cameras with a giant slash through them). But I did take pictures of the other art that amused me. Here’s a sample:
After the museum, we took a stroll around the capitol building.
It was a beautiful day and we thoroughly enjoyed it.