For the Golden State Gang. For the descendant's of the one's who risked it all to travel west in search of a pile of gold and a better life. The people who walked, rode a horse or hitched a ride in a covered wagon for 3,000 miles across this untamed country. For the one's close enough to smell the gold and hit Donner Summit a little too late. For the one's today, who still risk it all to come West in search of that California gold.
When I think of my home State, these are the people I think about.
Embroidered in house on your favorite trucker, the Richardson 112
