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Today ended up bit of a trial - the little one was not eager to cooperate with anything we suggested, or even anything that occurred incidentally. When she made a pouty face at the sight of a butterfly, I knew we were in for a rough one. The schedule was a bit disrupted, as SP’s Mom conceded and ended up going along with us. After dropping Mom off at Inkwoes, I drove down Bridgeway to Fort Baker under bio power; the flood tide flowed swiftly through the Gate, pushing a fishing boat in at a rapid clip as the wind blew whitecaps on the water. Then SP and I headed back out along the winding backroads of the peninsula. She was quiet, but not fully asleep; we made it all the way to the park at Corte Madera. There the mood changed, and we spent a long time on the swing - SP never tired of it, but kept asking to go higher and higher! When we went over to the big-kid swing and both got in, we were having a grand time until I realized that my lap was sopping wet. She had wet her diapers big time! Game over. We set out along the backroads yet again, finally arriving home. There I began to separate my belongings into one duffel bag -what’s left is my true traveling kit; everything needed to function well on the road, yet able to be carried for miles on foot.