Sunday, April 21, 2019
The title of my post is a bit misleading. I had no trouble finding the local Goodwill. It’s right next door to my mother’s assisted living building and I pass it most days of the week. However, Goodwill provided me the opportunity for a little twist on the “supporting the local economy” rule: I deposited a pannier-load of stuff there. The staff there asked if I was leaving the trike too, to which I of course answered, “Yeah, sure.” Which they took literally at first. Then they made sure I was kidding. Then they asked me questions that I get almost every time: how much, how far, how fast, how’s it steer, how’s it stop, can you go backward. It’s akin to the 6 questions you get every day while touring. They were very good natured and we had some good laughs.
After I left Goodwill I headed down to the marshes along San Francisco Bay. Over the past couple of years there was some flood control work done on the major creek that empties into the bay near us which necessitated a realignment of the levee-top bike path. I hadn’t been on it since it opened earlier this year so I wanted to try it out.
Before I got there I had one more little errand, which was to drop some postcards into a mailbox. While stopped, a young mother on a bike with a bored, tired, hungry toddler in a seat behind her asked for directions to a park a few miles away. She wasn’t deterred by the mileage or by the squalling kid. Good for you, dear.
I went as far north in the marshes as I could easily get on bike paths, ending at an observation deck in Ravenswood Open Space Preserve. It’s right near the bay. I watched several hundred marbled godwits fly low over the water in a stream that lasted for several minutes, heading north. I had a few munchies. I was all by myself.
Heading back I had to wait as another cyclist came along the path. Spring has sprung with a vengance so everything is overgrown and there wasn’t room for two bikes to pass. The cyclist was on a two-wheel recumbent. He stopped to talk. I thought it would be about bents but no, he wanted directions to get to the nearest bridge across the bay with a bike lane. I was able to do that. Then he asked about my AIDS LifeCycle t-shirt I was wearing, and asked if I was doing it. Not this year – this shirt is from my second go at that, in 2006. He’s training for this year’s ride, and has done it once before. We had a nice little chat about the ride. I wished him luck and I continued on to home.