30 August, 2009

My first three days in Berkeley

I arrived in Berkeley, well actually Emeryville, via the Coast Starlight at about eight fifteen in the morning on Friday August 28th. In short order I collected my bike, broken down and in a box, along with my back pack from the baggage porter and began the process of assembling my bike in order to transport myself, and all my stuff up to the school. By about nine AM I had the bike fully assembled, and ready to roll.

After I arrived at the school I had a mellow day of meeting people, doing stuff, and heading off to bed early.
Saturday I trekked into the city to meet up with my darling Lizzy Strong, and Monica Storss (one of the bay's best poetess'). We had a lovely lunch at Elizabeth's restaurant. Then Monica and I went and hung out in Delores Park - she smoked a cigarette, I drank a beer. It was simply beautiful weather, great to sit down in the grass, and play with the dogs that walked by.

Sunday (today) I went to church, and then after a bit of food took to the bike. Upon not much consideration Tilden Park was decided as the destination of our bi-pedal adventure. It was an amazing ride, 1300 feet of climbing and descending - plus a bit more in the middle when I got a little lost and went down and back up. On the descent back down to campus I had a truly 'dream-come-true' moment. I rolled down the hill past the Cyclotron, Lawrence Livermore, and into the backside of the UC Berkeley campus. Needless to say, I was/am a very happy man this afternoon.

13 August, 2009

A little trip to the north...

I am in the midst of transitioning to graduate school. In the last two weeks I have moved out of my apartment, gotten rid of about ninety percent of my stuff, moved what I do still own into my friends garage, taken the GRE exam, quit my job of nearly three years, and turned twenty-seven. After all that excitement a long weekend of camping and riding bikes was very much in order.

Friday morning my friend Christine and I took to the road, bikes perched atop the car, and the trunk full of food and camping gear. Our destination, Vancouver Island, with a stop off on Bainbridge Island on the way home to visit my grandfather. I got to try out the new rack on my bike, and use my new panniers for the first time - a wonderful experience all around.

It ended up being quite a bit of driving, but Christine was nice enough to take care of that aspect - props to you for that Christine. Perhaps you should look into long haul trucking? In spite of all the time in the car we got to see some quite beautiful vistas, eat good food while sitting on a beach after taking a dip in a mountain lake, and ride bikes through some wide-empty logging roads. The only two major hiccups were being searched by Canadian customs on the way in, and then walking around Victoria for five hours while we waited to get on the ferry to come back to Port Angeles.

All in all a splendid weekend, and I feel like I have a couple good photos to show for it - there are in fact more photos to come, but I seem to have misplaced the point nd shoot camera.

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