Placerville

Not a bad place. I grew up here in the 80’s and 90’s.

My transmission went in Palm Springs when I was driving home to Canada, I got it fixed and made it to Sacramento before it broke again. My cousins (whom I had never met) picked me up and rescued me from the side of the highway and I ended up staying with them for 6 months in Placerville. I loved it. Im happy my car died.

i used to live here…
its pretty, but full of meth addicts and creepy woodsmen.