Sometimes getting there is tough....
... other times, not so much.
Well, I did have to fly to Sacramento to conquer this beast.... and enlist my daughter to provide moral support. Moral support because being a vegetarian means she can't be a true cheeseburger summiteer, but being a good daughter she was willing to aid and abet her momma by providing the get-a-way-to-the-summit car for this mission.
After picking up a burger and an 'almost' burger we hopped in the car and drove the 2.9 miles to the Shell station that perches atop Whisky Hill. A little GPS action and we figured out that despite the higher appearing planter bed to the west, the summit, all of 33 feet high, was located right in the middle of the gas station entry way. It was there I munched my yummy cheeseburger and my daughter ate her cheese-no-burger while taking in the view as the road slopes down to the city's elevation of 13 feet.
The fellow working behind the counter was surprised to learn he was working Sacramento's summit!