The Biking Road to Nowhere and The Turkey in the Straw

It's still the same day.  After golf, and my museum adventure, we decided to take a bike ride.   We've wanted to take this flat bike ride between Mill Valley and Sausalito that wasn't very long.  We loaded the bikes, and went on our way.    We are so happy about the warm, sunny weather, that we figure if we're tired, we'll just go to bed early.     This too was disappointing, we went over a marsh.   It was pretty smelly and muddy, and made me think of all those quicksand movies I'd seen when I was young.  (what are the names of some of those anyway?)

The path sort of just ended, and really, went nowhere.   I should mention this though--there are bike paths between all the towns in Marin, and probably beyond.  People bike everywhere,  it is a bit like Copenhagen.  (and can be as harrowing).  At one point on our road to nowhere, there were signs and maps to other bike rides, and they are all numbered, to Corte Madera, Sausalito, Tiburon, Larkspur, etc.    One reason why we wanted to do this bike ride is that every time we drive on 101 past this exit, we see many, many bicyclists, so we were very curious. 

We also have seen the turkeys a lot lately, and their chicks are now around too.   In fact, the Toms were in our backyard!    Gus was told to stay inside, and I got a close up.    They sort of own the road, by the way. They walk wherever they damn well please, and no one or animal seems to bother them.   A cat was just sitting there, didn't even chase them.