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I Love to ride the Capitol Corridor yuppie/tourist/bureaucrat/townie/homie commute train between Sacramento (California’s capitol) and Emeryville (the other side of the Bay Bridge from San Francisco).  I rode it tonight.  On this occasion I saw

• * Boats on the Sacramento, people fishing, kids playing along underneath the train bridge where the old hobo camp used to be
• *  Nopales and goat farm in the fields outside of Suisun.  What a beautiful name, ‘Suisun’.  This farm is past the flood flats where the train tracks are the only thing above water during the flood season (which is usually winter sometime).  Where did the name Suisun come from?  I rode through Suisun last year, while scouting for what is shaping up to be a legendary ‘Park to Park’ bike marathon from Golden Gate park to Bidwell Park.  Its an old town caught between the Sacramento delta and the bay area fingers.
• *  Beautiful Sunset from the Alfred Zampa Bridge.  Beautiful Bridge, beautiful bay.  Pinole/Hercules Refinery smoke was outlined in sharp definition with the back light of the setting sun.
• *  As soon as I got off the train, I could smell the sea air.  Deep inhaled breath, and a bus ride across the Bay Bridge as the suns last rays lit the sky.

sweet sallow San Francisco ocean air.