Last week, while driving toward the Bay area, we spotted a bright orange, multi-bubble/dome shaped house poised on a hilltop. Since we were driving on the Interstate at the time and weren’t expecting it, I did not get a picture of the house. RoadsideAmerica has a picture and the history of the bizarre home.
Visits with Old Friends and New
When we were planning our trip to the San Francisco area, Mike contacted a few online friends/peers to arrange a get-together. Two of those friends were able to meet us for lunch in Pescadero at Norm’s Market. Mike, Mitchell, Brandon, Brandon’s wife Lisa, and I chatted around a picnic table while our kids entertained—and were entertained by—Brandon’s daughter.
We enjoyed the return drive along the coastline on Highway 1 and headed toward the Golden Gate Park for a business meeting. We entertained the idea of riding our bikes through the park and across the “bridge” after the meeting, but decided the weather was just too cool and the hour a bit too late.
Golden Gate Bridge and Another Friend
When it was time to leave the Bay area, we opted for the route taking us over the Golden Gate Bridge. (When we return to SF in the future, we will bike over the bridge.) Because we drove out of San Francisco this way, we were able to stop in Novato to visit another friend/peer, Chad. We had a great time talking and dining with Chad—thanks for lunch, Chad. Alas, I did not take a picture of Mike and Chad together.
Jelly Belly Factory
Miranda has been looking forward to this stop since I mentioned it a few weeks ago. Fairfield, the California Jelly Belly factory home, was on our route, so we made a mid-afternoon stop for a tour. After the tour we (jelly)bellyed up to the sample bar and did some munching. We all tried the new flavor: tabasco. Miranda felt daring and tried canned dog food. Mike, not to be outdone, tried pencil shavings. Harrison went with the hot cinnamon (he’s such a wild and crazy guy). I’m using the party-pooper, and skip this kind of activity. I decided to quick the poopin’ and start partying. Of course, it’s kinda hard to party when the daring options left include barf, rotten eggs, and baby wipes. I opted for centipede. How’d it taste? I’ll let the photos below answer that question.
Bike Rack Repair
We made a second stop in Fairfield at a Yakima bike rack dealer to trade out the new, not-working bike rail we replaced in Jamul for a new working bike rail. The Yakima representative Mike worked with via phone/online was a rock-star in helping us find the new parts (our traveling made it a challenge for him). Mike and Harrison handled the trade-out like a mad pit crew and we were quickly on the road again.
Thousand Trails Park - Lake of the Springs
We arrived at this TT Park after a very long day on the road. I’m sure that affected our experience trying to find a suitable campsite. We eventually found a spot and set-up the bare minimum—we would make a decision of what to do after a good night’s sleep.
That evening we were able to pick up a decent Verizon signal, and since we planned to stay put for a few days so Mike could work, that was a positive. Unfortunately, the signal seemed to vanish the next morning. Mike needed to work, so we decided to leave the TT park and drive 45 miles northward to Chico (a town we enjoyed 2 years ago).