We Brought Monopoly Out

On April 27, 2025, I wrote that the previous Friday I left work early and picked my 8 year old boys up from school in Pacific Heights. From there, the three of us rode our bikes to Golden Gate Park where they played ping-pong at the “living room.” Then we rode to the Sunset very quickly to see family at my father’s house. The boys and I played Monopoly until everyone arrived.

I made spaghetti bolognese while my sisters were on a walk. They offered me wine and pilsner. The meal with dad went well. There were cupcakes. The boys returned to watching television and eventually dad went to bed. I chatted with my sisters until we brought Monopoly out again. Monopoly gets boring after a while I think. We watched our TV shows and we went to bed.

I slept until 11 the next morning and then I went up and checked the boys and found that they had eaten, made their beds and were dressed. They were playing Risk, which was pretty cute given their age. I had breakfast. We got ready to go by noon.

We rode through the playground at 45th in Golden Gate Park, which has a big boat, and then we continued up MLK. After the waterfall, the coffee cart was not working so I went to get coffee at Alvord Lake. We took the tunnel there. We watched bocce ball and then we went to Whole Foods. Then we rode our bikes down Page Street and carried everything inside when we got to the apartment.

I called one of the dads from the boys’ school and arranged to meet at the Kabuki Theater where we sat through the Minecraft Movie. The boys liked it. Then we went to the pizza place that everybody likes on Hayes Street. The pizza place is really small so we ended up speaking to a lot of people. Later, after we said bye to our friends, we went back to the apartment. We had been riding my Brompton bike around. The boys loved it.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this, I woke up at 8 o’clock, and the boys were already up in the living room. We got ready. We took the bikes down and our three normal bikes rode 13th and seventh to Caltrain. I got us some breakfast.

We rode to Menlo Park playing Uno, but didn’t finish. Then we went to Starbucks and I got a map. A bit later, we stopped at a playground. Then we went to San Mateo Drive and had some water at the bridge.

We were riding along San Francisquito Creek next to the university dorms there and I was trying to get us through a patch of wood chips and I looked back and the boys were just taking their time so I insisted that they catch up but didn’t slow down. It turned out at some point, my son was very concerned that his wheel was moving really slow. So, I stopped to look and sure enough there was a bungee cord in his wheel. The bike turned out fine though.

After that, we rode to the golf course and up campus drive before climbing up to Carnegie and the Observatory. I found the way through to the dish properties, but we descended and looked at the Stanford dish gate from one of the entrances.

In retrospect, I noted later that we probably could’ve hopped the fences at the observatory to pass through the dish property. However, it didn’t matter either way. I noted that there were a number of other potential routes through there. FOr instance there is a pipeline that connects to the reservoir up there and a dirt road behind the golf course.

After that we went to Lagonita, the big lake behind the university and that was really interesting. We had to ford a stream but the rest was great. When we got to the student union, I found the one spot where you can fix your bike and I pumped up my tires and I checked the boys’ bikes.

We went to the Hoover Tower before going over to Palm Street and up Lasuen. I was dissatisfied with those streets because El Camino Blvd is still a terrible place – even with the improvements they were actively adding while we rode through. In fact the crossing was made worse the bike lane construction.

We went to Verve. Then we rode to Caltrain. We sat next to some ladies on the way back to SF. We transferred at Milbrae and the three of us rode on our bikes from 16th St to the apartment.

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Tacos at A Grocery Store

On April 20, 2025, I wrote that the Saturday before I wokeup at five in the morning and left around 6:30 stopping briefly for coffee at Civic Center Station. I missed the Antioch train so I had to ride my ebike from West Oakland to Emeryville Station, where I boarded the Capitol Corridor. The sky was gray all the way to Fairfield. I noted that the area around arrow peak was really cool looking in the fog.

At Davis, I rode my ebike through the university quad and onward through the dorms. I was feeling nostalgic and was having a lot of fun. I crossed Highway 113 and then tried to get to Cowell Street but I discovered that I actually wanted to go up Russell – that’s where the bike path is.

On the way to Russell. I got tacos at a grocery store. Then I rode Russell Boulevard, which has a separated bike path that I had been really excited about. It goes all the way to Stevenson Bridge Road. I passed a lot of cyclists and took photos of the Putah Creek from the bridge when I got there.

I rode Putah Creek Road then. There were so many cyclists in peloton formation. After the 505, I rode back across the creek into Winters and looked around. The town was cute. I rode to the western end of the town and crossed Highway 128 and found some cool greenstone. I rode down 128 to Horseshoe Road and wandered through the orchards, most of which had been cut down. I noted that the shortcut was great but the highway is really terrible.

I was on 128 for a little bit before crossing the creek again and visiting the Lake Solano Ranger Station. While charging my bike, I looked at the campground and had a snack. Then the staff gave me some directions and I back towards winters on the south side of the lake and creek. I took Pleasant Valley to Putah Creek Road and passed the dam where the south canal connects.

I noted that this route was also bad but it was less bad than riding on highway 128. When I got back to Winters, I decided to continue. I looked at the 505, Putah Creek Bridge near 128 and then I took Russell Boulevard back. The traffic makes that route terrible.

Once I got back to the Russell Boulevard Bike Path things returned to being great. However, I was taking photos instead of trying to get back to the train station which caused me to be slightly behind schedule. So, I picked up my speed and was able to catch the 510 train home. The conductor took cash. I was happy about that.

 
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Mount Shasta

On April 7, 2025, I wrote around noon on the previous Friday, April 4, I went back to my hotel in Siskiyou County and organized my room. I had been concerned about being really achy from skiing the day before, but my legs felt OK. I looked through the hotel literature. I took its advice and I went to the bike shop across the street. They had a lot of ski stuff but they didn’t have any bikes really. I made a brief stop at the other sports shop but there were no bikes there either.

I walked around the town popping my head in at a couple of restaurants and considered going to the local bike park but around 2:45 I went back to the room for a book and sat at the cafe to read for a little while. The local clientele seemed very interesting. I texted with my older brother. He said that he was a bit more than halfway to Mount Shasta. So, I sat and waited. However, I got it into my head that I wanted a quick walk.

Unfortunately, after putting the book away, my older brother rolled up. I didn’t realize it was him at first as his car was not familiar to me. I was crossing the street behind the hotel and there was a car waiting to turn and the guy that was driving had this look on his face and then I noticed that my children were in the car and it was my older brother and then they parked.

I got them into the hotel and settled.We hung out for a little while and I showed them around the room while we unpacked. We stopped around the corner to get drinks and checked to see when the Warriors game would start. Then we hopped in the car to drive to Lake Siskiyou.

It was a short trip across the railroad tracks and freeway. We turned down the road to Box Canyon Dam, looked at local rocks. The canyon really is box shaped and you really get the feeling for how deep it is as it descends into Dunsmuir and onward.

When we drove back we walked over to the pizza place – Sparky. We got two 12 inch pizzas and the beer selection was poor. My brother was obsessed with the Warriors game. We all sat together and it was nice actually. I was tweeting and everyone was watching television.

Eventually my brother took a seat at the bar to get into the game but we were done eating. So, I took the boys to get dessert. Unfortunately the yogurt shop was closed so we picked up drumsticks at the gas station instead. I don’t remember if the Warriors won, but my brother and the boys went to bed and I was alone until about midnight.

I woke at seven in the morning and we got ready to go to the mountain. My brother had gone next-door to the coffee shop. His pick up, which was a gift from a client of his, was parked right in front. We put our snow clothes on. There wasn’t a lot to eat at the coffee shop because the baker was out. The breakfast sandwich was good though. One of my boys tried it. My other boy had a banana bar. We got coffee to go.

We headed to the mountain because we were concerned about making it when the lifts opened. The drive involved getting a little bit lost at the 89 on ramp. However, the road after that was easy to follow. It was a little bumpy and the engine was really chunky.

We parked and I took the boys to the rental shop. An attendant helped us find skis and after we met back up, we all rode to the top of the Marmot Lift. There was this weird thing halfway through getting on the lift where we discovered that one of my kids didn’t have his card but somehow it was OK .

The ride on the lift was great but when we descended to Coyote Lift my slower son actually could not do it. He had a real problem with the angle of the slope. I should’ve taken his fear seriously. My brother and the faster son took off, so the two of us found our way down the slow way. When we made it to Coyote Lift, we stayed separate as my brother and the faster boy went off together.

When we got to the top of Coyote Lift, the two of us stayed at the top while the other two – the “fast team” – grabbed some powder. I realized later that there were other ways down, but I ended up taking my son down Sugar Pine, which was an intermediate slope. The boy initially tried to “snowplow” but then started having problems.

Obviously, with my boy exhausting himself and me trying to be supportive, our communication was coming under strain. I knew I was making mistakes in the way I was treating him and was upset about it. He was mostly refusing to listen and just lying there. I couldn’t shoehorn the problem, so it just continued to devolve.

Eventually, he started to step down bit by bit and that worked. He wasn’t getting anywhere though so I had him contour as he was coming down as well. We made it halfway down the hill doing that, but things were not great. However, at this point he was able to manage. We got to one spot where he knew the goal and knew what to do. Once he started "snowplowing" again we started to get along again.

We followed the cat track and “fast team” passed us a second time on the slope. When we were back at the bottom, we made our way to the lodge and sat down to think about food. When the others appeared, I bought my brother a beer and the boys had sodas. We ate chicken strips and fries.

After that, my brother and I traded – as a way to address the fact that “the slow team” had not gotten along through much of our single run. This time I took the faster boy to the top of Marmot Lift and we did about four runs together. The slow kid did about two runs with his uncle and actually did alright.

We all met back up in the locker room. When we dropped off our stuff at the rental shop, the attendant was very concerned about my son forgetting his lift pass earlier in the day and I was very excited to speak to her.

We loaded into the car and drove back to the room. My brother immediately started doing his own thing. I gathered everything the boys and I needed to return to San Francisco. I noted that I am always frantically packing, but I also noticed that I have less trouble packing if there is enough space in my bag. It kind of indicates that I need a bigger bag sometimes.

We were alone together for about an hour and then at 6:30. I took the boys to Yaks Restaurant while their uncle got some time to rest. I noted that my old college friend had sent me a message saying that he had just arrived at my apartment in San Francisco and would see us when we arrived.

Everywhere in Siskiyou County, there are young people and Yaks is no different. They gave us a tag which said “Hollywood” on it. Every time they called out, I couldn’t tell if it was ours. The burgers came with gummy bears and I had to make sure both of my kids got the same amount. Later we went to the pay binoculars and viewed Mount Shasta, the headwaters of the Sacramento River, White Ridge and Porcupine Ridge. We also got yogurt from Jax. The lady behind the counter was really busy.

We walked to Sissou Park, which has a great view of Shasta. The boys didn’t really understand that Shasta is a volcano, but when we were done walking to the park, I had explained it to them and they were very excited to look at it. We finished our yogurt then and when we got to the room my older brother was asleep.

It wasn’t very late, but because the train was departing at midnight from Dunsmuir a few miles down the canyon, he needed a nap. I rotated his laundry and put the bags in a good place. I put the boys to bed and then I wanted to go to the Vet Club, a bar down the street, but decided to just go to sleep instead.

At 11:30 I woke up and checked the train status and it was early. I got everyone up. As I had already packed, it was easy to get in the car by midnight. The train passed us at Lake Boulevard while we were trying to get down to the train station at Dunsmuir. While this made us nervous and gave us the impression we were late, the reality was that the train has two giant switchbacks to make as it descends into the Sacramento Canyon which the freeway simply goes around. I wasn’t really worried but we rushed anyway.

When we got to the station, we were pleasantly surprised to discover that there was a cargo train waiting in the way of our train. The boys took to chatting with a through hiker and his friend who was sleeping. I noted that the Pacific Crest Trail is near the station.

When the train arrived, we said bye to my brother and we settled into our seats. I gave the boys books. I read my book and then all three of us pretty much fell asleep right then. I woke up a few times– in Chico and Sac, etc. – but basically we just got up for coffee at Martinez and then got off the train.

The busses home were easy enough. I should have brought a bigger bag for myself. I got pictures on the 14 bus. The boys were not happy about carrying bags.

My old college classmate was at the apartment when we arrived. He had flown in only a half a day earlier. He was just walking out of the house, but hung out with us while we were unpacking. We wanted coffee. So, we walked to Mercury. The view was great. There was jazz. We drew pictures and then we walked to Duboce playground, looking at the Safeway mural and steel chairs at Fillmore on the way.

We chatted about our trips – he had just completed his own ski adventure in Utah. We watched the kids at the playground and the parents everywhere. My boys had found a hula hoop near the swings. When we were done at the playground, we climbed up Duboce to Buena Vista Park.

The boys raced us up the hill. At the top they were displeased (because they were tired). I got a bunch of pictures of the view. We headed over to the playground. The boys nearly missed the playground because they were sneaking around in the brush. I sat and rested while the boys played.

I got a picture of our guest pushing the boys around on a giant tire swing that goes in circles. I made a GIF of it. I sent it to mutual friends. We went and had another coffee then before walking down Page Street.

Page Street had many high points with the boys, jumping and telling stories. At Fillmore I introduced my guest to an acquaintance with Page Slow Street. We checked out the standing yard sale there. We walked to Waller steps for a photo.

We spent enough time at the apartment for our guest to have a snack and pack. Then we walked him to BART. When we got back to the apartment I made ramen and after dinner we ate ice cream and started a new Avengers animated series before bed. I was exhausted.

 
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The Train in Dunsmuir

On April 4, I wrote that the previous Wednesday I finished up work around the same time I normally would and walked home and packed and caught a bus to Emeryville Station and confirmed my train's arrival.

I was repacking before the train arrived and was frazzled because I had made a few mistakes timing my departure. However, my feelings improved as I put my bags away though. I took my books to the café car to have a snack and read my book until midnight.

Sometime before arriving at Chico Station, I settled in for a nap. I woke up at three in the morning, right before arriving in Redding. Then, as we entered the mountains, I willed myself to dress for the cold and eventually headed downstairs. I set up in the “lounge“ area – basically a powder room with a double vanity – I was disappointed that it had no bench, but I managed.

When I was ready, I stood with the conductor near the train’s exit watching light glinting off the the snow covered forest. We passed my remaining twenty minutes on the train with light conversation as I drank a can of coffee. I was the only one to get off the train in Dunsmuir. The town was quiet and inactive at 5:10 in the morning. I dug through my bag across from the town’s only motel for a phone charger before hitching a ride to the town of Mount Shasta.

The guy who picked me up told me that he shuttles the UP crew around the region for a living and that he had just completed a drop off. However, he noted that he also occasionally works for the local taxi service in the neighborhoods. So, as we sped up the interstate above the Sacramento Canyon, I decided to give him money when he dropped me off in town since I had basically just hailed an independent cab. I felt the need to acknowledge that he had just picked me up in the middle of the night from the middle of nowhere…

I went to Starbucks and I sat there until seven drinking coffee. I was really bummed out when I discovered that the bus to McLeod had just passed me. I had consulted the bus timetables weeks before and had concluded that the case for taking the bus from Dunsmuir to the ski resort was actually fraught and had given up on the idea. However, there was one segment that matched my schedule, and I had not really considered the possibility that I would be able to use it.

I collected my things and I went to the hotel that I had booked. I knew that they would not be open yet. So, I just looked through the window and I checked out the coffee shop

I walked across the street to Shasta Boulevard to hitch another ride. I had a sign that said Ski Shasta. Some guy picked me up. He told me that he worked at a small ski resort in Oregon and would snowboard at other resorts in his free time. He told me that he had to visited Shasta with a bunch of his friends. He had a big van filled with his life in it… Basically he was living out of his van. It was a nice van though.

When I got to the resort, I rented skis and got ready in the locker room. Everything fit in the locker. I took Douglas Lift. It had no safety bar and the seat was narrow, and that was disconcerting. I got to see the weird statue at the top – The Luminarians. I descended to Coyote Lift. Riding that was easier – it was less narrow. Then I tried to descend to Gray Butte but it didn’t work. I had to walk the cat track and it sucked.

Gray Butte, which is technically the backside of the resort, really made me giddy though because it was so fun. I rested a bit at the bottom and then I did three or four runs there. Then I experimented with a route I had seen on the previous run. I descended from the top of Gray Butte lift on the far right side of the runs until I found the flagging which marked the route..

As I descended along a path, I noted that it wasn’t really good for snowboards, but it was OK for me because it was pretty straightforward and clearly marked. While riding through the first time, I found a sign that said “backcountry cabin.” From there, I noted that the other direction would’ve taken me back to the Gray Butte Lift.

I followed the higher run which proved fruitful. The lower runs all converged on the cat track at the bottom. I noted that it probably would’ve been better to go that way since they both go over to the front side.

I descended to the Lodge for fries and a Dr Pepper before taking the Marmot Lift on the kiddy slopes, which also didn’t have a safety bar and gave me nightmares. The kid left was terrifying for me! I ascended Coyote again and this time road closer to the cornice on the backside, and though I made the left without hiking, it was not very effective either. I determined that I actually needed to go around the chorus and descent towards the backcountry cabin (although it’s not possible to get to the cabin on this route). I ascended twice more sedate this time.

An old college classmate sent me pictures of his trip as he was skiing in Park City. The pictures were honestly amazing. However, I sent him pictures that were pretty great too. Eventually though, the snow was really heavy and I wasn’t loving it so I took the cat track to Coyote. I noted that the backside of Coyote is the only real way to get to Gray Butte. I was really tired when I got to the lodge. I had a beer and a Jager shot and then dumped my equipment and walked in my socks to the locker room where I packed to leave by 3:45.

I got one ride to the town of Mount Shasta. The person who picked me up turned out to be an old coworker, who was stunned to find me hitchhiking. I got to meet his children. The last time I had seen the younger one he had been in a stroller, so it was pretty eye-opening. He and I had worked together at City College and had met up at Car Free Happy Hour and Geobeers a whole bunch of times. We lived in the same neighborhood.

They were headed to pick up his wife in Dunsmuir. I was able to convince him to drop me off at my hotel, which has 12 rooms and no staff. When I got to my room, it had only just become available. All the locks are keypads. The room was huge.

I was really lazy for a while but later I walked Mount Shasta Boulevard to a Mexican restaurant, which turned out to be closed. Some guy on the way told me that the south end of Mount Shasta Boulevard is dead. I honestly should’ve borrowed the guy’s bike since I ended up walking back to the center of town where I found a Mexican restaurant.

I noted that Mount Shasta Boulevard has a bunch of shops and restaurants and that I really wanted to explore the rest of the town. Unfortunately, I had not slept in at least 20 hours and was dead tired. So, I told myself that I could look around the next day and I walked back to the hotel room and quit at about 830.

I was able to get comfortable despite the aches from my ski adventure. I got up at 850 and a short while later went to the coffee shop inside of the hotel. There was a lady who was bothering everyone. The staff there wouldn’t acknowledge that I had ordered everything for here and they gave me all this paper bags and stuff. The baked goods were OK though.

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Butter People

On March 13, 2025, I wrote that the day before I went home from work and prepared for a rainy Butter Lap. Once I was packed, I rode Market Street to the Ferry Building and got myself empanadas as a snack. Then I sat with people I knew from the ride and the other Butter people until it was time to go.

I ended up buying batteries at fisherman‘s wharf because my lights weren’t working. I also felts silly since it was obvious there were no rain concerns. I climbed up to Pacific Overlook as the one other person from the group passed me and it was just us there for a while. SOme others were there with a few people a bit later. As we descended to Lobos Creek it was freezing. I chatted with a couple of the new people. We passed the strongest fixed gear rider. When we were done climbing to Legion of Honor, I shed my rain clothes.

One of the riders had cake because it was her birthday and that was most of the reason why I was there. One of the other riders offered me mulled rum which was really nice. Everyone seemed to disappear a short moment later so I took 30th to Golden Gate Park and ended up chasing riders I thought knew who I had found on JFK. However, they got away and later on I realized that they were not from the ride because the fastest rider turned up behind me and he’s usually first in the pack. I rode to Stanyan then and took my raincoat off. I was really hot at that point.

I accidentally went down Duboce not remembering I was going to Benders. I took Capp and Van Ness. I passed a bunch of the riders then. At the bar I chatted with the people. THe bike party people I knew on the ride – particularly the East Bay people – had left after Legion of Honor. I sent some of them pictures. We played pool. I left at 1:30

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I Stood at The Top Tree

On March 9, I wrote that I wanted to attend SFBP.

I took a bike share to the apartment to find out where Bike Party would be. I rode to ferry building and got empanadas and beer.

When the ride left, the flag circled ballpark and Mission Bay to Dogpatch. I chatted with participants along the way. I saw others I knew. We took Chavez to Potrero del Sol and I got to know some new people. SOme people I had known a long time were there too. New people got to know each other, and there were a lot of people in a big group.

We rode up 24th. A butter Lap person was nearby so when I spoke to her. We chatted about being Car Free and having motorist friends. The new people slowly faded away. I saw them again on Sanchez though.

At Duboce Park the group and I stood at the top tree and looked at everyone. I found a friend with a front loading cargo bike. I had some of his mescal. We all shared our social media. I saw It was there that I saw many of the people I know from Lower Haight and I kind of had a lot of feelings about it because I like everyone together like that. However, sometimes being around a lot of people you like gets you down too.

I spoke to the ones I got a lot with best for a bit. I noted that they had been with the East Bay Bike Party people celebrating Ragbai.

I went home when everyone had left.

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Down the Ravine Headfirst

On March 1, 2025, I wrote that I got up at 6:20 in the morning of the day I wrote this and got my seven year old boys up and out the door by seven. The three of us rode the cargo bike to San Francisco Station and at 740 we boarded with no problem. The boys played iPad and drank smoothies and hot cocoa. I had a pastry. At San Jose Diridon Station, we transferred to the Green Line.

It was kind of cold. At Campbell Station we went to the coffee shop nearby. I filled up our cups and ate a bagel. Then we headed out to Los Gatos Creek path. We tried the east side of the path this time. The ride to the lower reservoir was good and fast. At Vasona Lake Park we stopped at the parking lot to watch the train. We sped up to Lexington Reservoir then.

In Los Gatos, I chose to go through the baseball stadium to avoid some gates. I just zipped through the narrow section of the creek. The boys hiked up the Lexington Dam without me. I enjoyed the fresh air alone. We ascended to Alma Bridge together. Only one car passed us. We parked near Moody Gulch and walked along the path which became less clear as we progressed.

Eventually we were making our way through brush and steep hillside. There were toppled trees, but I had my eye on Ryland Dam which I could see. I was thinking too much about my objective and less about getting to it, and I should’ve spent more time thinking about it. We were basically traversing the side of the fault and because it was a fault there was active erosion going on.

The three of us were holding hands, but we were above a ravine filled with stinging nettle. I slipped and accidentally pulled one of my boys and he felt straight down the ravine headfirst. He was really upset when he got to the bottom.“I’m sorry“ I said to him over and over “I’m sorry!“

I made sure my other son was on stable ground and then I descended to check on the one who had fallen. He was on the shore of Los Gatos Creek. I found he had light scrapes and I made sure he was not panicking. Then I went up and got my other son.

We washed up with creek water and rested. The boys were OK but upset. I gave both of them, hugs and apologized a lot. The foliage was mostly stinging nettle and blackberry. I had concluded that there wasn’t any poison oak for the most part. We followed some sand bars and under redwood roots in the middle of the creek there.

Because it hadn’t rained recently the creek was actually pretty low and traversible. We should have descended to the creek earlier and just picked through the rocks, but I just thought that there was no way through. We forded a puddle and landed on a muddy bar which we were able to avoid sinking into. We balanced on a tree while gripping willow shoots. Then we picked our way across wet stones. The stones were a mixture of Franciscan church and Salinas granite with a variety of other materials.

At this point we were right below Ryland Dam. We climbed the salmon ladder to the south side of the spillway. The ladder turns at the top and then there is a catchment up there but the creek no longer fills the ladder since the water is now piped down from the upper reservoirs. I picked the boys up and placed them on the cat walk there and we climbed up on top.

We inspected the pipeline bridgeway and then, instead of trying to get back across the creek and onward to Aldercroft side, we followed the pipe to a street nearby named Assiniboine. It was a climb which I decided not to do. On my previous visit to Assiniboine I had discovered that there was a telephone line or a powerline that crossed the creek from the old hwy 17 side of the creek to the Aldercroft side and from the pipeline itself, I could see that power/phone line crossing 100 feet above us and Assiniboine street and Chemeketa neighborhood were about 40 feet above the ravine through thick foliage.

On the way back, the boys debated on how to cross the creek. We decided to scramble back down on the hillside next to the salmon ladder and then ford the creek because the pipe bridge was gated. When we climbed up to the other side to the Aldercroft side of the bridgeway we followed the pipeline road, which was old railroad tracks and walked to Aldercroft.

The boys and I made lighthearted comments about falling into the creek, etc. When we got to Alma Bridge, I saw some bike tourists and I asked them a bunch of questions. They said that they were taking old highway to Summit and Soquel, but they considered Mountain Charlie to be an option. They were uncertain which way they were going.

A bit later the boys and I returned to our cargo bike bike and we rode it back to Lexington Dam with no trouble. We descended to Los Gatos Town and back to the baseball field. Then we returned to Vasona Reservoir where I got tickets for the Jones Model Train. The boys liked it in the end. It was smoky and misty. They sprayed us with steam mist from the engine as we rode through the park.

Latter I made sure we cleaned up from our trip to the forest. After that, we rode to Campbell Station and waited before riding to San Jose station. We stopped at Whole Foods and got some food before boarding Caltrain back to SF. The boys played iPad until we got back to the Mission via BART.

I was writing in my note book while riding the train. One boy was sleeping in my lap and the other was kicking me. The next stop was Balboa and we were getting off at 16th.

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