Tuesday, November 26, 2019

The Pancakes and Coffee

On July 27 I wrote that when The Larkspur Ferry docked it was still light. I got a good look at the passengers disembarking as I went over the pedestrian footbridge and up to the tunnel. The ride through the Canal District was hard but I knew the route well so I rode fast.

I did the same up Point San Pedro. At some point I realized the loud local gravel mine had imperiled my tires. I knew as I was to The China Camp State Park entrance that the residential route was better.

I had less volume with an easier claim. Someone in a BMW was following me as I rode out of the park road. It was annoying to deal with traffic in twilight. The views at sunset were wonderful.

At the site I made new acquaintances. The hostess fed me Tamales. There was beer and whiskey. I met some local celebrities and a  couple stayed up late with me.

I slept on the ground and managed well enough. The key was wearing a sweater and the wool socks. The two mats were also good. There were raccoons.

I woke up at seven or 730. There was nearly immediately coffee and they offered everyone milk. There were a lot of pancakes which just kept coming.

I got to know everyone pretty well. Eventually the pancakes and coffee were gone. My host had gone off on a lark but when he returned we agreed to go to the historic village in the park with a couple of others.  The ride was great. I said bye at the village. I made the ferry with three minutes to spare.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Some Tom Waits Songs

On July 21 I wrote that I went to Flower Piano to meet some acquaintances. A couple musicians played some Tom Waits songs and it was really crowded but better than a free concert series.

I saw a lot of people I knew but didn’t see a lot of the garden.  However, the big meadow was marvelous. We kicked some guys ball around until a pianist I knew showed up.  After that we all left.

I stopped at the vintage clothing store and bought a jacket. Then I rode quietly to the apartment, unloaded, ate a bit of food and started to wind down early.  My friend showed up and we had a cocktail together.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

I Found our Campsite

On June 23 I will have that on the previous Friday between two and 330 I grab stuff to camp from dad, packed the car, texted my friend and then drove over the hill to the Mission.

She had done a lot of packing and only a little shopping. We put things in the car. Our companions for the trip had dropped off the biggest tent ever two days before. We put it in the car before I dropped her at Costco and Safeway.  I then waited while she put so much stuff in the car we ran out of room. 

As I didn’t know where we were going really, we went the long way and I had a lot of trouble with the drive. The highway was not really hard but after crossing Skyline Boulevard but going down to the State Park was really scary at sunset. The car was really noisy.

I found our campsite as the sun was going down. Big place in blue Creek is in a deep Valley and the trees are huge so the light was failing fast. I dumped everything out while my friend quietly watched.

Our companions drove up moments later. They had had to register for the site. They built the tent and the ladies occupied the center of the site and could be heard a mile away. I got some fresh air and we made noise well into the night.

When the tent went up, we put the mattresses in, opened our bags and then we settled in.  When we were ready for bed, I left the ladies to talk but they slept moments later.

It was really cold that night. I woke to everyone getting up. There was an effort to make coffee - the dehydrated kind. My friend had signaled she would pass but later she asked for some. She made basic food for all of us - croissants, cheese and a few other things.

We were lazy after that. While we quietly inspected the nearby forest and creek, we didn’t do much else. We were starting to get dirty. I remember noting dirt on my clothes and we even had to change. The spigot was a source of some of the mess.

Our companions started making tacos at one point.  When everyone else was throwing stuff in the creek, I had to go to headquarters because I had to get a ticket on my car. I walked over and came back with a bit of coffee from the general store.

Later I convinced one of our companions to quietly walk over to headquarters with me. It was remarkably easy. We stopped at a quiet grove of trees to have a beer and enjoy the air. We then went to headquarters and look at the exhibits. We quietly had ice cream and made another stop on the way back.

My friend greeted us. We drank some of the tequila. A couple of us ran back to headquarters for firewood and ice. It was really heroic and possibly unnecessary.  Back at the camp we started eating a third round of tacos. We made tequila drinks and tacos around the fire.

When we wound down, things were easy and all of us went to bed around 1030. I got up twice. It wasn’t especially cold. In the morning we ate potatoes and had more freeze dried coffee. The morning went all right but we needed to pack quickly.

I made tidied and broke down our stuff and packed the car. After our departure, our companions followed us to the highway along a one lane road. We waved at them as we drove away.  I had wanted to go to a famous restaurant to get a cup of coffee but we drove all the way to the city.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Knot Hole Gang

On June 16 I wrote that Friday night my friend had stopped by and helped me go to Bike Party. I texted a bunch of people and one said he was going.

I made it to North Berkeley at the right time I thought but the route was empty. At Marina Park I checked and found I had gone backwards. I went to the bridge and found the party just returning from treasure Island.

The ride returned to Marina Park. I saw a lot of people I knew. I tried to leave early but that didn’t happen. I had a great conversation with one of the organizers about sound equipment.

On the way home on BART some guy yelled at one of the riders about his music. A fight ensued and the guy hit me in the back of the head. His phone got destroyed. I missed my train.

When I got home my friend was going to sleep. We talked a bit.

The day before I wrote this in the morning she was up pretty early and had gone running. I had a hard time waking up but it was OK.

When we were ready for our day we walked up to the coffee shop. She said goodbye and went to work. I had a second cuppa coffee and walked around the Waller steps before having some quiet time at home.

Around two I packed up and headed to the ballpark to meet an acquaintance. I ran from the 49 to the 47 but Barry Street was quiet. We called the place next to the valet the “knot hole gang” but I am not certain that name is typical.

We quietly watched two innings before going to the nearby marina for a beer. I went home after that - quietly fighting the crowds on the 47. That walk was not fun. I cleaned up, ate food and was alone together before winding down.

My friend was home by then. I headed out around 930. I had been told to meet some people.  One of them was at Bill Graham and her brother met me near Edinburgh castle. We had some whiskey before they arrived. Then we all went to Kung Fu.

When I got home late that night my friend and I talked about ancient cosmologies.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.