As we neared Sacramento, trees and green banks reappeared. Our seven-hour motor slog up the burning trench was over, and we would soon be rewarded with what lay beyond it. I called a local marina, but they only had covered slips for powerboats. The woman on the phone offered, “You might be better off at the Old Sacramento Public Docks.” It turns out the city maintains nearly 1,000 feet of welcoming riverfront dock in the city’s historic center. The paddle-wheel steamer Delta King, now a floating hotel, is moored nearby, and all manner of restaurants, bars and re-created Old West streets lie just up the gangway.