Headed to Reno

On August 30 I wrote that the night before I played games until late.  I didn’t sleep well but it was OK because I was headed to Reno as soon as I was up at 5:30.

It was hard at first. The house was asleep. I grabbed cereal and tea for myself before getting my bags together. I put the bike outside and lined the bags up in the hall.  When I got everything together it turned out my friend was going to coffee but she only tried to sneak by me in a halfway quiet manner. I caught up to her with the bags and we sat with a local and drank coffee.

Then I half way noisily walked to Bart. The bike was really heavy and the bags barely fit on the plate. The commuters were very accommodating but I noted that I would want to store my bike at MacArthur Station if I ever did the trip again.

The ride to Emeryville was easy. I was impressed. I got a tag for the bike but my sound equipment had to be detached. Once inside the train, I settled in at the seat and when the conductor was done I relocated to the Café car and got some chocolate, coffee and whiskey. Initially I thought it was quiet time but later on the way through Auburn I decided to get lunch in the diner.

I started writing when it really was quiet time.

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.

Through Ross to Larkspur.

On August 25 I wrote that I woke at 8 o’clock as my friend returned from the dining room. She had quietly gone downstairs. I did the same and we ended up outback with the bikes eating apple French toast.

My friend went upstairs for a bit and I was texting with her to see if she could hear me from there. When I was done I returned to the room and we tidied and packed. She had left me alone and but later we got ready to go.

We went out back to the bikes and after having some issues checked out and walked up the street while. It was 11 when we rode past the seminary and through Ross to Larkspur.  We were really friendly during the ride. We checked the map at the edge of Ross and decided to go through the college but discovered Bel Air was closed.

I was frustrated that we had to backtrack. After that we got back on Magnolia and made a few decisions on the way to Redwood High School.  I noted that the trail through there needed some maintenance.

We had a hard time at Sir Francis Drake because the highway bridge was detoured to the highway. That made me really angry. When we got to the Larkspur Landing I tried to get a spot near the center about but we needed to cool down so sat with some locals. I got coffee and pastries.

We went to the bookstore before we walked the bikes to the ferry. I took photos as we left and the rest of the ride was great.

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.

Trip to San Anselmo

On August 24 I wrote that in the morning I put the bikes out in preparation for our trip to San Anselmo. We cleaned the kitchen before we got ready to go. My friend did a lot.

I had made coffee which was good because we made it outside a little late. We made the Ferry Building at what I thought was the right time but it turned out I had read the schedule wrong. We instead took the Sausalito boat which left around 1030. I noted it was not a roll-on ferry but it was roll-off.   We ate crackers on the trip.

When we got off I put money on Clipper Cards and we rode to the coffee shop. Then we rode to Corte Madera. We got separated near Mike’s Bikes because I had gone too fast. She was really nice about it. The marshes were easy and we went to Alta Tunnel Trail.

After that I put in a lot of effort climbing Horse Hill. I thought that the far side was epic as I loudly descended. At the park my friend surprised me with beer. We found a way onto the railroad grade/bike path from there and rode through the town of Ross to San Anselmo.

We checked in to our hotel and I parked out back. A bit later her old classmate showed up. She had brought a lot of small whiskey bottles.  Later we went to the pizzeria and the local park before returning to the hotel. 

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.

SOMA Sunday Streets

On 18 August I wrote that that morning I was up at 7:15, made coffee and Breakfast. When my friend was on her way out I already put the cargo bike out front. I spent the next two hours getting it ready. I threw in some extra wheels.

I quietly and left at 11:45. I rode all the way to second responding to noise when necessary. I parked at Salesforce Tower and took the overhead tram. I got some really great pictures. I got coffee and took in some of the features.

I rode to Essex to attend SOMA Sunday Streets then. I saw an acquaintance who was impressed. I took in the orchestra at fourth with someone I knew from the school. I rode quietly to Victoria Park. I saw a bunch of people I know and when I stopped through Rainbow Grocery I saw them again.

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.

T to The Ballpark

On August 10 I wrote that that morning between eight and 1030 I slowly prepared to meet my father and nephew. The Giants game was at one but he always meets early. I got food done, packed a lunch, got dressed and put my shoes on. I couldn’t find my keys and one of the hats got lost. I kept looking and eventually found the one I wanted.

I met dad at at the coffee shop next to Church Street Station. We took a T To the ballpark. I took a lot of photos. I tried to go to the valet but they told me to go to customer services.

Once inside I dropped my cart off and we went to our seats. I stopped to buy some shirts. Dad had us sit in our seats. Then we went to the Coke Bottle and we loudly enjoyed ourselves.

As the first pitch went out I was buying fries. The first three innings were fun. The Giants got some runs ahead of the Pirates. I went to get water and popcorn - dad quietly followed me.

After the popcorn was gone I decided to go. That was around the end of the 6th inning. Dad and my nephew stayed at the game. I had an all right time walking to the 47 and the walk home turned out easy too.

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.