S at G Gate
Breakfast in bodega bay. B has decided to head home after SF so I cancelled plane ticket and we made call to amtrak to try to figure the timing (starlight sold out for several days ahead but not today) and the bike issue.
It was deemed possible if difficult to make the 10 pm train at emeryville and so it turned out to be.
Long day's journey into night.
Got to have been 70 miles. Barren hills, li valley backroads through Sonoma and Mendocino and Marin counties, shady residential streets in the wealthy enclaves north of San Francisco, cold hard wind over the big bridge, crazy BART station search ripping through crowds on the waterfront and finally on to market in downtown and into the embarcadero station up and down stairs with heavy bikes, now amtrak and their weirdness (amtrak won't put B's bike on the train at this moment cause the box bulges), but it was sort of epical.
B at BART
Mr. 14 at MacArthur station At East Bay.
Counted 9 people who we asked for directions between SF end of Golden Gate and Emeryville train station.
Game over.
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