This spring day, the cottonwood was in full flourish. Tufts of fibrous, pollen laden, well, cotton drifted through the air and around my helmet. I pictured the flow of air blasted across some new vehicle design in a wind tunnel. Some of that pollen, however, migrated through vents striking home in my eyes and nose. The former feeling like a gravel pit and the latter, a faucet. It takes practice and skill to sneeze inside a full-face helmet and not have to interrupt the journey for mop-up operations.
THE RUN FROM SAC-METRO to the hamlet of Nicholas takes one thirty or forty leisurely minutes and carries the rider from a hectic yesterday to a pleasant past. Just before turning around to re-ride the section from the opposite direction, I pass a barn.
My first thought: Huck Finn?
TODAY’S ROUTE: I-80 (business) to I-5, north. Exit “Garden Highway.” West toward the river, then north along its eastern levee.
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