Unconvention part 4: Folsom or bust
Next on the agenda: Lunch! It turned out that beautyredefined, visiting from Michigan, had never been to an In-N-Out, so she looked it up on her GPS and we found one along highway 50.

At this stage we realized that we were about halfway to Historic Folsom, and that seemed like a really neat place to be going and spending an hour or so.
For example, it has the Folsom Powerhouse, which has at least six different historic designations:

In fact, they have so much history there that sometimes they have to get rid of their old history to make way for the new:

There are murals, which tell the story of the town in pictures:

and the high street is peppered with plaques. Here, beautyredefined discovers her first E Clampus Vitus plaque.

Shortly afterwards, we found our way into the handy local chocolatier, because, well, it’s impossible not to. It had gelato.

Bizarrely, there was an ice rink in the town center and we watched a zamboni trundle over it.

I’d had in mind that there were three state historic landmarks in Folsom, and we finally discovered the last one at the light rail station. Here, WanderingRaleighite and beautyredesigned are unsure which of the several snarfs in that small plaza to tackle first.

All in all, the decision to go to Folsom was

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Not too shabby at all.
Because AmberLee was (a) driving us and (b) a good sport, she brought us all to our campground, where my husband, Don, joined us for dinner at Chevys. At this stage we realized that we had just broken the record for the most number of official Markeroons in one place, because Don had signed up some years ago to help me with testing.
New record: Five!


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Can I come back to California now? I like it there.