Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway . e afternoon when we reached our hostel, theSacramento Hotel. Sacramento is even to-daymore or less a frontier town. Judging by appear-ances, there are more saloons in proportion to theother shops of Sacramento than in any other townin California, unless it be San Francisco. The townis well shaded. One sees many wooden buildings ofold-fashioned architecture, the old mansard roof be-ing much in evidence. A most pleasant spot in Sac-ramento is the beautifully kept park around the ^eState House. Its walks are shaded by a fine rowof palms, another of ma
Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway . e afternoon when we reached our hostel, theSacramento Hotel. Sacramento is even to-daymore or less a frontier town. Judging by appear-ances, there are more saloons in proportion to theother shops of Sacramento than in any other townin California, unless it be San Francisco. The townis well shaded. One sees many wooden buildings ofold-fashioned architecture, the old mansard roof be-ing much in evidence. A most pleasant spot in Sac-ramento is the beautifully kept park around the ^eState House. Its walks are shaded by a fine rowof palms, another of magnolias which were in fullbloom, and yet another of beautiful old cedars. Iliked the Sacramento Bee building which has twointeresting has reliefs of printers of the MiddleAges working a hand press. Sacramento is veryhot in summer, its stone pavements and asphaltstreets radiating heat like an open oven. Leaving Sacramento, we drove across rollingplains, mostly grain fields, to Folsom. From Fol-som to the busy little town of Placerville we had. BY THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY 118 more broken country and a decidedly bumpy found the drive from Folsom to Placervilleuninteresting, the forest being scrubby, the roaddry and dusty. As soon as we left Placerville wecame into beautiful country. We had stretches ofdistant mountain views and magnificent woodedhills all about us. A mountain stream, the Ameri-can River, green and foaming, roared alongsidethe road. The road was in excellent condition andran on through the forest for miles, flanked bysugar pines, cedars, firs, balsams, and yellow darted back and forth in front of us. Thewild white lilac was blooming at the hour by hour, we passed several pleas-ant-looking mountain inns and came at last toPhillips, a simple place where they gave us, out-side the main house, a tiny cottage all to had one room and from its door we lookedstraight away into the forest. They gave us somebeefsteak, some f
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