Placerville Real Estate Blog

A few minutes after crossing over the Amador County line on my great adventure of the same name, I spotted civilization in the form of an intersection, where the Native Amadorians had established a settlement of sorts.

Following the tradition of my New England Ancestors, I decided to land here and name this settlement “Plymouth”.

(Actually by way of full disclosure, that’s a bit misleading. I did have New England Ancestors, but they weren’t Englishmen landing at Plymouth in search of religious freedom. They were Frenchmen travelling south from Canada in search of economic freedom in the form of textile factories).

Now back to our adventure.

It turned out the Amadorians were a friendly and welcoming race, engaged primarily in the export of wine and the basic Cafe service industries. An advanced people, they erected signs for the benefit of their visitors.

These signs described exotic places like Villa Toscano, Kelson Creek, Renwood, Karmere, and the Plymouth House Inn. (I was somewhat chagrined to discover later that many of these exotic places had already been visited by web site developers). Zinfandels, I discovered, were quite popular.

From this parking lot I established a sort of photographic beach head, and determined to chronical a great deal about the local commerce.

The Sierra Trading Post was across the street.

It had what appearted to be an ATM, but I did not explore further.

I did go in to visit Marlene and Glen’s, an indigenous diner. The gentleman there was extremely pleasant, so I told him I would tell people to go there and order food and beverages.

You should go there. It was very pleasant. The coffee was good.

They have record albums on many of the walls, including the rest rooms. This was a custom so strange I knew I would not be believed if I did not return with a photo.

By the way, this is part 3 or thereabouts of the Photos of John’s Great Amador County adventure.