I planned to ride from San Mateo to Sausalito, but I forgot to make a turn somewhere. So, I got lost, but kept moving forward. Uphill, uphill, up the @$%^#* hill: made it to Colma. Now where? Might as well keep going, I thought. Ended up over by Lake Merced.
I rode alongside the beach. With temperatures over seventy, people were out enjoying the clear skies over the sand and surf. Making it up the road a bit farther meant I was at an entrance to Golden Gate Park. Since I had wondered about biking from the Caltrain station at 4th and King to the park, I figured I would ride through the park, over to Caltrain. And, now I know it is an easy ride.
Wow, a lot of people were in the park: more than at the beach. I did not spend much time there; decided to bike on through to see how difficult it was going to be to get home. But, I stopped at one pond to see some radio-controlled boats. I stopped a couple more times just to photograph two waterfalls.
I made my way over to the Caltrain station, and decided to continue my ride back to San Mateo. However, this was a good place to stop for a bite. Some pretzels and hummus, with a lot of water, and I was ready to head out again. I did not make it far down 3rd before I stopped again. There was a large crowd and some tents, so I took a peek. Don't know if the event is regular, but it was entitled the Black Cuisine Market Place. I've ventured by this spot a few times before, never noticing an event. Having just eaten, I skipped grabbing a plate, but the food sure looked good. Next time, I'll eat after I pass this point, just in case. The music had me loitering for a few minutes, then I continued on my way.
Couple other random sightings along the way. I found India at the India Basin Industrial Park. This area used to be known as Butchertown. Kudos on the name change. And, the last sight I snapped a photo of for the day was of Street Life, an interesting art piece in Visitacion Valley, made of a bunch of parking meters.
It was too nice a day not to be out and about. However, I was a bit spent riding the day before. Why not head up to the city again, this time walking around a bit. I ended up on a mission to visit Guitar Center, which took me through the area of town known as the Tenderloin. I might have steered clear if I had read more about the area's crime.
Hungry, I found an Indian restaurant on Yelp, called Pakwan. Went in and ordered some lunch, then sat and sipped some chai. From the opposite street corner, I hear a woman scream out, "Jay!" A few seconds later, "Jay!" This goes on for a couple minutes, and then the waiter visits my table, informing me they are out of what I ordered. More interested in the insanity across the way, I decide to skip ordering a different entree, and head over to investigate the Jay-woman, as a photo had to be taken! When I approached, another man had walked up close to her, and she called him "Marcus", not yelling out for Jay thereafter. I snapped a photo, and continued on my way.
Finally made it to Guitar Center, but was pretty hungry. Wouldn't ya know it: no place to eat as I looked around. Fired up Yelp again, and ended up munching at Cheese Plus. Not a bad sandwich spot. Looked much better than the Cafe Ellis I spotted in the Tenderloin, which seemed to be nothing more than a sign.
Got to Guitar Center and ended up buying an amplifier. Not much thought given to how I would get home with the amp, though. So yes, I carried the amp all the way back to the train station, and from the Hillsdale station back home. Total walk: over seven miles. Miles carrying amplifier: a bit over three. Tired, I was. Too tired to even hook up the guitar and start jamming.