We Rode to Inkwells

In the morning of September 2, 2022, I wrote that I sent a message to an acquaintance in Point Reyes Station who had agreed to play hostess for the coming Saturday before I got the boys up for the day. We had breakfast like a normal school day.

As we had already dropped the bike off at Embarcadero, I only had to collect the odds and ends to leave the apartment. However, the bus ride to the Ferry Building was a little frustrating because we barely made our boat despite getting up early.

I had to stay busy repacking the bike during the bay crossing but the trip was fun and the boys enjoyed themselves. I had to ask the attendants to retrieve my backpack after we left but that turned out alright – I got everything back.

We went to Larkspur Landing to take photo booth pics before loading up the bike and riding up the slough into Ross. I got coffee in Sam Anselmo. The boys remembered everything. It was really sweet. Later we rode to the Fairfax market and Bike Shop to get a few items. The kids had been having issues up to this point and I realized it was really hot.

I missed a turn on the way to the market in Fairfax but in total we were ahead of time. We stopped at White Hill elementary to get the boys water. I shared photos of our ascent to the pass with friends and I noted that everything was great.

The descent to Woodacre was also fine. We had ice cream sandwiches. I met the owner of the store. I got a beer and a cocktail and some other items. We got butterfly stickers.

On our way to Lagunitas my work called and I had to do a surprise meeting which was really frustrating because it killed enough time that we were late passing through Lagunitas. We rode to inkwells but there wasn’t enough sunshine and I was kind of not happy. I jumped in anyway. I yelled at the boys to jump in. It was fine after that though.

Later we went to the campsite and met a guy from Sacramento and another guy named who had a Brompton from Danville. We unpacked and set up the tent. Then we had ramen with sauerkraut and some messy candy.

A couple from Seattle showed up on Brompton‘s and the guy from Danville was ecstatic. They shared all of their stories about their peripheral ride around America. I cleaned up and got the boys in bed. The boys really helped. I tried to be nice. I sat with the Brompton riders and chatted for an hour.
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