I have a friend named Kelly who lives in San Francisco. Since I was only a few hours away and I hadn't seen her in a few years I had to make the trip. Before I drove in to the city limits, and since Kelly was at work, I decided to try out some of the biking North of the city. I chose to ride in the Tennessee Valley because there is a trail called Miwok that was supposed to have the most technical riding in Marin county. I started off down a wide road and made it down to the Pacific Ocean. I hadn't seen this ocean since I was in Costa Rica about three years ago so I made a point to go and dip my hand in the water to say hello! I continued riding and found that although there are a multitude of singletrack trails in the area, most are closed to bikers. I continued riding on the road and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Pacific coast until I joined up with the Miwok trail and got excited for some technical singletrack. I was quickly disappointed, however, to find a very smooth trail. I must have been on the wrong section of the Miwok. In the meantime Kelly got off work so I headed toward San Francisco and got to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge. San Francisco is a cool, if
confusing city. Because it is so hilly I found myself winding around like a snake through its streets trying to find Kelly's apartment. Once there Kelly and I made short time of catching up. I was in
desperate need of a shower and Kelly was only too willing to oblige! The next day I walked around the neighborhood for awhile until I was hungry for lunch. Upon getting to my car I found that I had a parking ticket! Apparently I had the bad fortune to park in a place where it was illegal only between noon and two on the second Wednesday of the month, between noon and two on the second Wednesday of the month! That night Kelly wanted to take me to a pub where they had a trivia night. I am a huge fan of trivia pub nights! Since it was only the two of us we qualified for "small team" consideration and I thought our chances were good. Of all the categories we were most apprehensive for the music round. Of all the rounds, however, that was the only one we managed to score perfectly! It probably had to do with the quiz master's fortuitous selection of mostly 90's rock, which was right up my alley. The next day I was feeling lazy so I turned on the TV and discovered a show called
The Wire. Kelly had all of the episodes and I did nothing the rest of the day but watch all of season one. It is a really addictive show.
That night Kelly's boyfriend Paul got home from a business trip in Virginia and didn't have to work the next day. Paul and I went for a ride just a little bit North of where I had ridden a few days before. Although the trails were not any more technical, there was a lot more singletrack so I was happy. After parting ways with Paul I headed North up highway 1 to Punta Reyes. I hiked about a mile down to the shore and took a nice swim in the ocean. The water was certainly cold, but a little less cold than I was expecting so I was pleased. After sitting on the beach and listening to the waves for awhile I hit the road again. My plan was to head to Annadel State Park near Santa Rosa and ride some of the trails there. When I got to the park, however, I found all the campsites full for the weekend. Since I was already planning on cutting my trip short and turning around here I decided to just head all the way back to Lake Tahoe. I stopped to fill up with gas, and seeing the inside of the station closed, went to relieve my bladder behind the station. When I got back to my car there was a police officer there checking out my licence plate and demanding to see my ID!
"What were you doing behind the building?" he asked.
"Going to the bathroom," I replied.
"Why didn't you ask the attendant to let you in the bathroom? He's still inside."
"He was counting the cash, they are closed, and I didn't want to bother him."
"Is marijuana legal in Colorado?" He asked while looking at my plates.
"Yes."
"Do you have any marijuana in your car?"
"No."
"Anything illegal?"
"No."
"Anything illegal behind the station?"
"No."
All the while he is checking my ID with dispatch to make sure I didn't have a warrant or anything. He started to ask my about my criminal history and kept asking over and over if I had anything illegal in my car. Once dispatch told him I was clean he looked at me slant-eyed and asked where I was heading.
"Lake Tahoe," I said.
"From Colorado?" He asked incredulously.
"I am heading there from San Francisco."
Finally he let me go, giving me suspicious glances all the while and heading behind the station to look for "anything illegal." I don't like cops. I spent the night in Lake Tahoe and debated whether to head straight back home or head North up to Idaho and explore the areas around Boise. Since I have come so far, I reasoned, I had better go to Idaho!