West Marin Weekend

This weekend, Doc and I spent almost the full weekend in West Marin.

We went to a dinner event at Heiðrún Meadery featuring the food of Fine & Rare paired with Heiðrún meads. It was pretty magical having such a meal in Heiðrún’s gardens, surrounded by bees floating around and flowers everywhere. At night we even got to roast marshmallows over a fire!

Cutie pie little bee gathering nectar
A little bee gathers nectar from a cornflower in the garden

Flowers!
More lovely flowers on Heiðrún’s grounds

Sipping mead in the top secret tree

Hammock

Beautiful California native wildflower garden

Dinner at Heidrun Meadery

Roasting marshmallows at Heidrun Meadery

Since we were anticipating drinking a lot (since it was a mead event, after all), we had also booked a room at Ligonberry Farms, where they raise sheep and alpaca for their wool and fiber making! This way we didn’t have to drive back in such a state. This was also quite relaxing and magical.

Comics by the fire at Ligonberry Farm

Staying at Ligonberry Farm

Alpacas

Then on Sunday, we did a short ~5 mile hike in Point Reyes National Seashore. And we even got back to The City on time for Doc to give his photography talk!

Mt Wittenberg Trail

The View from Mt Wittenberg

Spiky Thigs

Mount Wittenberg Summit Marker

Magic School Bus

I just discovered that Magic School Bus is available on Netflix. I probably still have every episode memorized from my childhood, and yet I couldn’t help but watch a couple of them again! It definitely brought back memories. This was a formative part of my early years!

Plus I still love cartoons way too much, I’ll admit it.

My bike got stolen… again.

bikey
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Ugh, so just as the weather was getting nicer and it was becoming an increasingly attractive option to bike to work again, my beloved Mission Bicycle got stolen from the garage. I’m assuming that our neighbors left the garage door open again, just like last time, but this time I didn’t notice it until I went downstairs to go to work in the morning. My bike was long gone, and all the doors were closed. My helmet was strewn out in the middle of the floor. Other than that, no sign of the bike. But I think in this case, our neighbor just came back before I went downstairs, noticed their mistake, and closed the doors.

We contacted our property manager and asked for a bike rack, just like our neighbor’s garage (in the same building – presumably they just complained enough to get a rack installed), but we haven’t heard anything back yet.

The bike is registered here, so if you see it somewhere – let me (or the police) know!

I really, really loved that bike. Unlike Bikey Red, which was a piece of crap and yet I loved because it was so endearing, this bike was amazing and nice and a pleasure to ride!