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The patriarch is deliberately and obviously sharpening his fillet knife on a whet stone. He won't make eye contact with me, but the message is clear. His two daughters are playing lacrosse on the beach. His wife is by his side. He's sharpening that knife because he doesn't have a gun and he's not so sure that the guy with the motorcycle helmet isn't some psychotic axe murderer. He just looks at me. Just keeps working the knife across the face of the whet stone and he's about to cut the whet stone in two. Still with the knife. Finally, he realizes that I'm not there to butcher his family, and he lowers his guard.

I figured the tree-hugger's would blow a gasket. Ya'll have a nice day," I offer as I wander back down the beach. When I get back to my bike, I manage to get it out of the sand and pointed back up the beach toward the trail. It's going to be tough getting back up to the parking lot. If I fall, it's going to suck in a big way because a it's going to hurt and b they're going to have to use a helicopter to get my bike out of the canyon if it falls in, so I sort of grit my teeth and just start back up the trail, praying that I'll make it to the parking lot. Somehow, I make it to the parking lot and, just beyond, I see a bunch of quail just as some Ranger Rick types are walking by and removing their Forest Ranger hats.

Knocking off for the day. Why sort of quail? Are there bobcat here? I leave the park on the bike, glad to be off the beach, and away from the Ranger Rick types. Needless to say, the tree-huggers would blow a gasket if they had any idea that I was driving my bike on the beach. So, I blow by these two and head out but as I start to leave Point Reyes National Seashore, don't you know that there's not one but two Forest Rangers with their lights going waiting for me. This sucks donkey balls. As I watch, right before, me, another Ranger Rick pulls up. They're in marked vehicles with all of the bubblegum machines going.

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One of the Ranger Rick types jumps out of a vehicle with the flashing blue lights and waves for me to drive toward him. Slowly, I comply and roll forward, toward my own private hell. At a minimum, I'm going to spend the night in jail. Bail will be tricky since I'm in California, I figure. But then, I realize that he's actually waving for me to keep going. And, I have no clue why they were all there with their bubblegum machines going, but they didn't stop me. I drive down the road a bit and now I see that I'm following another officer. This time, it's a county sheriff vehicle. Probably they want to get me into town so that they can arrest me. I don't dare pass him of course, and he drives the speed limit through Inverness.

I think about cutting off and hiding in someone's yard. But there's no way out. There's only one way off this peninsula. I'm not sure where they're going to take me down, but I have an idea they're just trying to get me off the peninsula so that I can't escape on the dirt bike. They'll take me down in town where I can't get away and I'll be boxed in real good like. But instead, we go through town and he keeps going and I cut down Bear Valley and just open that throttle up and lay down on the seat and for whatever reason, they never pulled me over.

And I'm left thinking Pierce Point Ranch near McClures beach. View from McClures beach looking south down the coast. View from McClures beach looking north up the coast. A point Just south of McClures beach. I walked through a crevice in the rocks to get here. I believe this the area known as Elephant Rock. Southern end of McClures beach looking north. My helmet on McClures beach. Me on McClures beach with the rear tire dug in nearly up to the chain and rear sprocket. For the record, the sand on the beaches in northern California is notoriously difficult to drive on. It's too soft and doesn't pack down well. They should have signs up on the trailhead that says "Beach sand not suitable for motorcycles" or words to that effect.

Looking southeast across the Tomales Bay from a vantage point near the Pierce Point ranch. This city is so whacked out though, that it's really hard to get any attention no matter how stupid you look. There are plenty of photos of me wearing the hat, but they're all in Jennifer's iPhone.

I'll post them as the blackmail material becomes available. Posted by Rob Kiser on May 29, at Jennifer posing over breaking in Ghirardelli Square. At Fisherman's Wharf, Jennifer tries on a hat that has a pair of gloves attached, for whatever reason. No obvious sexual dimorphism. Not a bombax tree, but in the same family. This is a Saba Nut tree Pachira insignis. Mexican Turk's Cap Malvaviscus arboreus. Jennifer and I got caught out in the rain. Couldn't hail a taxi so we finally broke down and rode the bus Sucking my cock in punta prieta everyone had assured me was fine. It's every bit as bad as you would ever imagine. Insane people shouting and loudly cursing on the bus. I finally called the bus driver out "Can't you do something about this?

They tell us not to engage them. No maps on where the buses actually go. No routes or schedules. Just disorganized chaos that only makes sense if it's your only means of transportation. The more I'm in the city, the less I like it. Without my motorcycle, it would be completely intolerable. One of Wyland's whale murals. There are three in the city that I've seen so far. We saw some of his work in a gallery in Kona earlier this year. Bottle Brush tree Callistemon rigidus on the corner of Broadway and Polk.

An artist prepares to paint a commissioned mural on Polk and Fern Street. I was awake early this morning for whatever reason and felt a small earthquake. When we were there, the harbor was less than 2 feet deep in most areas, so it would be impossible to launch a bigger boat, unless they dredged the harbor every week. Not monsters but still a blast to pull on. Joe even caught two 4 pound Calico Bass on one jig head! Also, Joe caught 14 Calico Bass in 14 consecutive casts, and my best was 11 Calico Bass in 11 consecutive casts. We went through hundreds of plastic swimbaits Basstrix and Big Hammer.

Over two dozen times we would pull in a big chunky Calico, only to find a bare jig head in the mouth of the fish. Here are some fish pictures. Another bare jig head Bull Bass. Whitefish on a bare Salas 6x. Got to see a lot of Calico throats. It was great to have the 4X4 ATV. We also collected some fresh Clams and Mussels for our Spaghetti dinner. We also saw quite a few of these stinky guys on the beach. We even got some rain on Thursday and saw a beautiful Rainbow.