CONTEXTO DE TIEMPO FICTICIO
"Drove across the hills. Route 49. From Plymouth
to Placerville the countryside so little changed from what I imagine it was
like in 1849. Deserted this morning. Probably one would have met more people
on the road in those days.
Up route 50 with the American River to on my right for most of the way. Cold.
Beautiful. Bright sun falling on the water through the trees. The most beautiful
November day I can remember."