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August 24, 2012 / betweenstops

Samuel P Taylor Park to Oakland (home)

This day was clearly my last and there was no way to avoid it. I was thirty-ish miles from home in territory I knew well by car.

I was not thrilled by the scenery. Usually I am when I am coming for the weekend from home but after what I’d been through, Marin paled greatly by comparison. Still I did take this shot between Spirit Rock Meditation Center and Fairfax

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Sir Frances Drake is maybe the worst ever road to ride and people have created well marked bike routes along parallel roads but each time I do this, I get lost. I wish mapquest had a bike option. Even when you choose the pedestrian option, they’ve got you walking in the highways.

Rather than look at maps or go to any of the dozen (no kidding) bike shops catering to rich guys in tight colorful clothes, I asked people for directions.
I asked this one lady riding on the road with a dog in her basket, if I was going the right way to Sausalito and she said I was going the right way but I was on the wrong road.
As I am at the intersection to turn to what I figure might be the right road I get a yell “Hey! hello” from a guy at the camp last night. He’s continuing straight on the road I am turning from. What was I doing listening to a lady with a dog in a basket anyhow?
Even though at this point I can tell its the wrong road I continue because its going to the Larkspur Ferry.

This is what is on the side of the road here. House after house on the water, most with boats parked in front.

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It was a wonderful mistake. The ferry was elegant $9.00 and I missed the big hill up and down into Sausalito and the huge climb out of Sausalito to the bridge and I missed the bridge and the ride from there to Embarcadero. This is all lovely mind you but I have done it before and did not feel the need to do it again whereas I’d never done the Larkspur ferry before!

There was another woman with a bike. I got up next to her and we started chatting. Her name was Sally! It always makes me happy to meet a Sally as that was my sister’s name. This Sally had lead bike tours in Europe and we had a lot in common and enjoyed our half hour ride together on the ferry. She was very cool and felt like a soul sister and I will try to see her again. Even though she was late to work, she watched my bike for me when I went to the restroom which took a long time as there was a huge line.

From there I went to BART and had to keep riding up Market Street until 5th before I could find an elevator that worked. The trains were not crowded and the commute was easy. Even the big hill up to my house with all my gear was easy.

As soon as I was home, my teenage kids and I were out and about. The whole world I live in here seemed shocking. It felt like all of it was just EXTRA, meaning it is stuff you really didn’t need or need to be concerned with. Extra feels like it covers up and distracts from what’s essential and everyone is running around in it being very hurried in a way too over stimulating environment.

I’ll try to keep the trees in sight. They will remind me. Until I get swallowed up by all this again. Until I can leave again.

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  1. cathy / Aug 25 2012 12:36 pm

    Great ending to this chapter of your life. Just wonderful. You are just wonderful. XXOO

  2. Laura C / Aug 26 2012 9:26 pm

    Dana: I just read the entire blog end to end, as I just found it (not sure how I missed it). It was really wonderful — your attitude toward life and the world at large is such a refreshing reminder to stop and really see and accept. Thank you so much for sharing. Welcome home!

    PS – you must be in really great shape to think the hill towards our neck of the woods is “easy”. 😉

  3. Sally Burr / Sep 12 2012 2:59 pm

    Hey Dana, it was great meeting you. You really inspired me. You’re at Esalen this week. Wish I was there with you.

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