We Rode to Inkwells

On August 6, 2022, I wrote that that morning I woke at 9:15 probably. The weather had been wet all night, which was really irritating. There was tension as the neighbors packed to go. Some of them said bye. I made oatmeal and the boys ate it all right.

I had packed up our wet sleeping bags by then. We set the table up for packing and they played. Later they told me they had met a boy and the camp next-door.

We rode to inkwells then. The ride was OK. The boys explored and I wanted to go up Shafter Road of little bit but they were swinging on the gate and they were really unhappy with me for pushing them around. I dragged them to the pools and they complained the whole way. Later on the walk back things improved and we rode to Forest Knolls and discussed it over hot coco and coffee.

We rode straight to White Hill then. My bike had been making spoke noises the day before and I later discovered it was the magnet on my wheel for the speedometer. This caused my motor to cut out occasionally making the climb up White Hill particularly difficult. However, the far side turned out fine. In fact I topped 35 miles an hour.

At Manor we discussed the ride and stopped at the coffee shop in San Anselmo where they play jazz in the morning. We had another hot beverage and cookies before riding all the way to the bike shop where they confirmed my problem with the speedometer. They also fixed it and I made an appointment.

I hung out with the boys at the ferry terminal then but I also had to go to Marin country market. I bought the boys a paper airplane toy kit and we did some people watching. Back at the ferry they were understaffed and that made things difficult for me. However, the ferry ride home was OK.

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.