The weather in Sacramento hasn't been at its best. My four-legged children are the best companions for this retiree, but when it comes down to days and days of rain, I see nothing but muddy paw prints all over the house.
Today was no different. More paw prints on tile and wood, so I decided to take a break from my loving children.
Since last Halloween, I've been writing about neighborhoods in the United States. Last week, I got to write about Sacramento and surrounding cities, including West Sacramento, Roseville, Davis, Orangevale, and Elk Grove.
That was such a treat. I finished over 30, 300-word articles and easily made my March 20 deadline. At the same time, I was reminded that I don't get out too often when it comes to visiting local attractions and tourist destinations. So as I wrote these articles, I told myself that things were going to change. I would start visiting local places at least once a month.
Today, I finished articles on a San Francisco Bay Area city, got bored with the project and called it a day. Knowing the Crocker Art Museum was closed on Mondays, I stuffed my pockets with coins and decided to park in that area. From there, I took a leisurely walk along the Sacramento River and took photographs.
As a child, I grew up along the Sacramento River and a slough with no name. There have been times when the river was high, but my family never experienced a flood. Although the gauge underneath the Tower Bridge was covered at the 26-foot mark, I still felt safe.
I walked across the bridge and bumped into a man who was also enjoying the break in the weather. Although I was born in Sacramento and spent all but about a dozen years living in Sacramento County, I've never walked across the Tower Bridge until this afternoon.
"Well, am I in West Sacramento?" I asked the stranger.
"Over there!" He laughed and pointed past the temporary fence at the end of the walk.
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