I was in Fresno early enough to catch the tail end of rush hour, but with the Sierra Nevada mountains already in sight it didn’t bother me. At about 11 a.m. I turned north on Route 49 and enjoyed the miles of un-trafficked twisties that connect Sierra foothill gold rush-era towns. I passed through Coursegold, Bear Valley, Angel’s Camp, and Sonora. We don’t have much in the way of seasons in Los Angeles, but my route was treating me to beautiful hues of yellow, brown, and gold; farm fields filled with hay waiting to be bailed; orchards hung with ripening fruit.