11/6: We ended up sleeping at a cosy little motel in Placerville instead. And when we woke up on Monday morning, we realised that we couldn’t have ended up in a better place in this old gold country. Because Placervill has all the aesthetics of an old gold town, with the wild west movie set fronts on the houses and the mountains in the backyard, but unlike Nevada City, it actually felt lived in. It wasn’t as clean and pretty, the edges was slightly jagged and there were actual residents walking on the streets, and barely no tourists at all. No, we liked Placerville alot, Hanna and I.
Our motel in the strong, already hot Sierra Nevada sun.
Placerville has a quite strange nickname. It’s Hangtown, due to the couple of men that were hanged here back in the golddigging days. Not a thing I would be proud of, but they seem to like that part of their past in Placerville. ‘Don’t mess with the people of Placerville, because they are hardcore.’
The main street Main st. (and also more or less the only street) in Placerville.
The oldest continuously operating hardware store west of the Mississippi lies on Main Street in Placerville.
Yeah, Placerville was cute and layed back. Certainly worth a visit along the 49.
Katja Malmborg 