In the morning I had hot chocolate and oatmeal. Some Park Rangers were looking at us so I packed up and left. It was fairly cold in the morning.
I rode through Bodega Bay. I met a cyclist named Horton from Oakland. I rode with him for the morning. He was riding a Rivendell bike. We ate at the Bovine Bakery in Point Reyes Station.
At Olema I turned from Highway 1 onto Sir Francis Drank Blvd. It was a nice winding road through the forest.
My friend Joe’s dad, Mark, was my host in San Rafael. Mark was sick with a cough when I got there. He took me to the family’s restaurant Ensalada’s for dinner. I had salad and lamb. It was gourmet and delicious. It was funny to be eating in a nice restaurant after having woken up with a couple hobos.
Mark and I went back to the house and had a low-key evening chatting.
I thought about how each big city I had been in had it’s own personality. Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco each have different styles. The style of the city effects the people and the people effect the style of the city.
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| A call box. |
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| Bodega Bay. |
