Day 14 |
December 31, 1997 | Outbound |
1,096 Miles Today: 39 Miles |
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KOA
San Francisco North/Petaluma Petaluma CA |
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| Today was going to be quiet, but spent most of the morning and early afternoon running errands. Spent an hour in the campground office trying to log on and do some work stuff - the only line I could use was the one connected to the credit verification machine, so I kept being thrown off as customers came in. Went out to buy a patio light for the rig; then went to a bookstore, followed by a short walk around Petaluma. | Bought a great book to get the anti-establishment
juices flowing: Thomas Frank & Matt Weiland editors Commodify your Dissent Salvos from the Baffler, WW Norton & Co 1997 |
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| Frustration | Feeling depressed and angry. I'm frustrated that after two weeks I still haven't made any progress. No happy endings to this story. Looking back, I feel I've spent too much reading, driving, and walking, rather than just sitting still and confronting myself with myself. I needn't have come all this way and spent all this money just to end up where I started. | ||
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Saw the Petaluma "river" and a wonderful Catholic church: St Vincent de Paul, built in 1924 in marvelous pastel pinks and blues on a pocket-Romanesque frame. Got back to the site at 3pm. | "Our 'river' is a tidal estuary linked to San
Pablo Bay and San Francisco Gay. Known as the Petaluma Slough or Creek, and act of
Congress declared it Petaluma River in 1950. (Resourceful Petalumans found this
Congressional loophole, as the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers will dredge a river, but not a
slough.)" Petaluma Visitors Guide, Fall/Winter 1997, p 10 |
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| Picture list Petaluma |
Really hazy down in this part of California! This morning on my run it was so foggy that I couldn't see more than 30 meters ahead of me. Once the fog lifted, the rest of the day was cloudy. A nice evening (after a burnt out power supply and having to move the rig) - we sat outside while S. typed up the piece on Bower birds and Consciousness. | ||
| But the day wasn't over! Thought we'd settled down for the evening, then realized we were almost out of propane, so had to drive out to find more. After being pointed from one place to another we ended up driving 23 miles up Hwy 101 and back. And in the dark - always an adventure. I'd already had a glass of wine, so S. ended up driving. Rather convenient for me, though ; - ) | |||
