We have been in Sacramento for the last week, though, from the blog, you’d probably guess that nothing has happened. And, you’d be mostly right - most of what we’ve been doing has been pretty dull, nothing to write home about. Instead of doing all those fun things that we like to do, Gary and I have been doing those dull, attend to the details little things that need to be done. No fun, usually expensive and time consuming.
Firstly, we bought this RV as a used RV and don’t have the maintenance history on it. We do have a list of the work done at the last Freightliner service stop, 6 months before we bought the unit. But nothing before that. Thus we took the RV in for some fairly hefty maintenance and checking: lubing, filters, oil, brakes and other liquids checked and changed. At the price we paid, I was thinking that they might have left a few gold nuggets under my pillow. Our appointment was for 7:00 when they opened which meant that we had to be on the road heading up there by 6:30. We had the RV unhooked from the utilities in the evening so all we had to do was pull in the slides, retract the leveling jacks and head over. We left the RV at the Freightliner service center (you might guess, from our experiences in the fall, that we like to visit these facilities) and headed over to the closest library with our computers.
On the way we passed by this neat bridge. This bridge is the Tower Bridge, a lift bridge, and designed so that it looks like it has arms welcoming you into the city of Sacramento. It formally opened to traffic in 1935 and in 1936 was chosen the ‘Most Beautiful Bridge’ by the American Institute of Steel Construction. One Sacramentoan told us that it was supposed to be yellow but turned out to be gold - I got the distinct impression that this person liked neither yellow nor gold for a bridge. But, it caught the sun so brightly that it was a real statement.
Well, there was that little stop at the Orphan cafe for breakfast. Named ‘Orphan’ because it is a small business not integrated into another larger business. It is a small business located in a suburban area of Sacramento. We got there about 8:30 and found it mostly empty except for three or four guys reading, of all things, books. Actual paper books. After getting over that shock, we got our coffee to calm us down and ordered. Very good breakfast and we would return if we had time in Sacramento. More people filled the restaurant before we left. The restaurant gets good reviews and I’m sure it’s filled quite often.
The library was - a library. But it was in a park and had a small pond filled with geese and ducks, park benches filled with grandparents and kids and a gassy area where new mothers were doing yoga before getting the strollers and running around the pond.
We were called about 3:30, packed up and headed back over to Freightliner. Our RV was done and, on the way back to the campground, we stopped to check out the tire company across the street recommended by the Service Manager. Sure, he can help us (was there any other answer?) and we ordered our 6 new tires, made an appointment and headed back to the campgrounds. We might not visit any of the tourist attractions in Sacramento but we will drop a pretty penny here. Just the kind of tourist towns and cities like.
We renewed our FMCA membership (to get the great deal on the Michelins we ordered) when we got back. In the evening we had the best part of the day, a walk up to to Leatherby’s, a marvelous ice cream/sandwich shop within walking distance from where we are staying. My favorite is chocolate mocha almond but they had a mighty tempting blueberry muffin.
Hmmm
Blueberry Muffin
Mocha Chocolate Almond
Blueberry Muffin
Mocha Chocolate Almond
And, Blueberry Muffin won out - I’ve had Mocha Chocolate Almond before - what do we have an RV for is we don’t try out new things? Well, we might have gotten it for more than ice cream tastes but it will do for this venture. We ordered one scoop in a cup but she kept scraping more into her scoop and we got about 4” of ice cream in that cup. Yum..
We walked home, sated, and didn’t even have to pretend we were beached whales.
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