Day 15: Rest Day - Sacrament, CA
Nau mai
Yesterday we had a day of rest in the capital city of California.
I’m trying hard to think of what happened during the hours I was awake yesterday. Lavonda had found herself a comfortable corner in the large hotel carpark that surrounded our lodgings in east Sacramento. It was a warm day, the sun catching the subtle layer of glitter in her paint job causing it to sparkle ferociously. She was the envy of every passing vehicle, such was the glamour created by her lustrous sheen.
The slider was out when I entered the bus lounge, the retractable section of the main cabin having been fully deployed to turn our main living space into a spacious atrium. There was even enough room for people to walk past the couches while they were being used, a situation I made full use of when I joined the fray of breakfast creation and consumption that was already in full swing. The meal I constructed was as close to my zero-effort home breakfast as it is possible to make while in the US. Two slices of Trader Joe’s European Grains & Seeds Bread were toasted and buttered, one of which was graced with a small amount of Liz’s precious marmite reserves, and the other with some kind of very runny peanut butter.
There were two important attractions in our neighbourhood. To our south there was US Route 50, a very powerful transcontinental highway that was rumbling to itself at all hours of the day while discharging traffic onto the arterial routes to our east. To our north was a raised-platform station for the SacRT light rail system, which was also busy with the regular attendance of low-floor light-rail vehicles (LRVs) handsomely painted in a lustrous dark blue, their pantographs gulping down 750v DC electricity to power the motorised bogies.
US Route 50.
The ground floor corridor of the hotel had a thorough cleaning at some point during the afternoon. There was a man operating a heavy-duty carpet cleaner and he left behind a couple of powerful fans to ventilate the space. I’m unsure if this was a direct response to a stain or just to a general cleanliness complaint, but I’ll check back in with the carpets once they are dry and provide an update.
Jon and I maximised our usage of hotel facilities in the early evening with a combined trip to the laundry and the gym. Luckily this facility was not any hotel designer’s first rodeo and the laundry was to be conveniently found in the gym. While I didn’t document any of the more gruesome parts of our workout, please enjoy Jon’s excellent form on the elliptical as well as his idyllic ride along the Norwegian coastline.
