Old Marysville

In the heart of California lies a little town called Marysville. The bus dropped me off right in front of the eagles nest - a little café with a hidden bar. Considering I had no idea about were to go I decided that this would be a great place to start. There were two old men in the café one eating jello at a booth and another sipping on some coffee at the counter. They just watched me as I spoke to the waitress about how to get here, there and everywhere. She told me that she could barely get around the ... (more)