Sunday, 9th
After days of gloomy, rainy, winter weather, the sun shines on the green grass and Monkey wants out of the house. Now!
He packs his rucksack and informs me he's taking me prospecting. I ask where? He says Folsom. I protest Folsom's gold is long panned out.
Monkey says, "There's more than gold in them thar hill towns! I'll drive."
I ask if he knows the way?
"Yes, you take I-5."
No you don't.
"Oh, yeah, Biz-80," he tries again
Nope.
"Folsom Blvd?" he hopes.
Only if you want to spend all day in the car.
"You drive," he finally gets it right.
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We arrive and I being explaining some of the important
history
of Folsom: the Pony Express, Transcontinental Railroad, Gold
Rush, Folsom Prison, the first long distance transmission of electricity...
Monkey listens until I say "history," then gives me his day pack and tells me to snap a foto of him on the 1860 Wells Fargo Building. He prefers to learn by posing rather than by listening. He claims to have learned hundreds of things that way.
"The pictures prove it." he nods proudly.
