I got up at eight in the morning and all four through bikers had gone. I spent until 11 getting ready to go. The boys disassembled the tent. At first they only got into the trees – there is a cathedral grove next to the site – but after I made oatmeal they wandered down to Lagunitas Creek.
We had breakfast - me coffee and the boys some oatmeal. The boys made a mess of themselves in the water so I made them stand on the picnic table as I finished up. Then, after throwing the garbage away, we went to the Inkwells near the Shafter bridge. The boys didn’t want to jump in the water but they saw me in there and did it eventually.
There were a lot of people there. Some lady kept jumping off the rocks. A couple of other ladies wanted to help dunk my children in the water. When we left I checked out Shafter Grade. Then we sped up Drake Boulevard to Lagunitas. However, the boys wanted to go to Whittaker and get some ice cream so I flew down the highway as possible fast as possible and also I got them M&Ms.
After that we went to the top of White hill. The descent was flawless. I clocked 40 miles an hour without peddling. We went down Olema, Manor, Sequoia and Park. The boys played while I straightened my mind.
We went to the inn and got comfortable. Then we went to the laundromat and Pizzalina for dinner. When we switched the laundry we went to Millennium Park and finally got frozen yogurt before returning to the inn with our clean clothes.
I noticed that we were done for the day and wound down. I stepped out to get beer. I was alone after 11.
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.
