Camping at Skyline was a real treat. While we were talking with the dog's owners, another couple that we had met last night gave us the phone number of one of their friends who lives in Lake Tahoe. Hopefully we'll get to spend the night there when we pass through. Another woman at the campsite came over with grilled cheese sandwiches for us (with TWO kinds of cheeses), and another guy from Springfield, OH said to give him a call when we ride through. All in all camping was great and we're looking forward to camping in the Sierras during the next couple days.
After leaving the site, we headed into Napa to look for some quick breakfast. We met a guy who thought our trip was the coolest thing ever. Literally everything we told him made him so excited (e.g. "NO WAAAAYYY!!!!!). He was clearly on some sort of mind-altering substance, though we couldn't quite figure out what. It was nice to see someone so enthusiastic about our journey though.
Once we left Napa, we headed toward Lake Berryessa, en route to Davis. Our legs definitely felt the rolling hills, though the downhills were by far the best parts of the day. We passed into Yolo County (hence the title), which was worth a chuckle or two. Just before the downhill overlooking the lake, we realized that we desperately needed to stop for some water. Luckily, we found a marina nearby so we stopped for a bit to refuel and take a food break. While there, we wanted to see whereabouts we were on the map in relation to the lake, so we asked a woman to help us out. Now, a few miles back, Pat and I took out our map to make sure we needed to turn south onto 128, to cycle around the southern part of the lake. Sounds easy. The woman said we were on the north side, which really freaked us out. We would need to either backtrack or change our route, but definitely wouldn't reach Sacramento for the day. After a second glance, she said we were actually on the south side of the lake, and apologized for clearly demoralizing us. No worries- the views of the lake were totally worth the moment of fear.
If we had a boat with us, we'd probably stay here for the next few weeks- the lake was huge and everyone looked like they were enjoying their day more than us, climbing the hills. After the lake, though, it was smooth sailing into Davis. Very smooth. Almost too smooth. We went from climbing all morning to going through what seemed like Kansas.
We can't complain though, as the riding was pretty easy. Once we got into Davis, we did "the usual" and got the $5 footlong deal at Subway, for subs that were probably more like $10 footlongs. The turkey bacon avocado is pretty legit, in case you were wondering. After that, we stopped at a bike shop to pick up some supplies, and then headed into Sacramento to finish the day at one of Pat's aunt's contacts, The Carlsons. Generous doesn't begin to describe these awesome people. They offered to wash our lovely smelling clothes (during which time they donned us with their finest robes).
They also made us a fantastic salmon pasta with a huge salad and some bread (and even some wine!). We had a really great time meeting them and are blessed to have such wonderful people putting us up for the night. We also ran into Sacramento's most wanted, none other than the legendary Mario Flores.
That's all for today. Still feeling decent, still loving the sites, and onto Lake Tahoe for our next destination, which will probably take a couple of days. YOLO.
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