Amtrak to Sacramento

I took Amtrak to Sacramento last Sunday to see the green hills from our abundantly wet winter before they turn brown.

I was also hoping to see evidence of The Big Melt from the Sierra snowpack...

...but reports of the predicted natural disaster were premature.

There were a few Warriors fans on their way to the 7th NBA playoff game between the Golden State Warriors and the Sacramento Kings.

However, most Bay Area fans taking Amtrak to Sacramento were on an earlier train that hit a "trespasser" in Hayward, and they were delayed for over two hours, missing much of the game's first half.

The ride home was lovely as we waited for new passengers in Davis, where a serial stabber was beginning a murder spree...

...unbeknownst to any of the passengers.

The reliably unreliable Amtrak was running perfectly on time the whole afternoon...

...but when we arrived in Emeryville the feeder bus to San Francisco was not there and nobody in the station seemed to know anything about its whereabouts.

After about 20 minutes, the San Joaquin train from Bakersfield to Oakland stopped to let off passengers while an announcement was made that this was a "drop-off" situation only...

...but I jumped on anyway with the amused approval of a conductor...

...and went to the ferry terminal at Jack London Square.

The sunset boat ride was an exquisite end to a day of public transportation...

...as we maneuvered past huge container ships on the way to San Francisco.