This is about when I moved to Marin. We were pretty regular, especially during the pony rides phase of The Child’s life. One birthday involved hiring the pony ride operator to bring them to out to Muir Beach for her birthday party.
The farmers market is one of those magical Marin things that really couldn’t exist elsewhere. I ride my bike to the Venice Beach one Friday mornings and load up on a few good, usual things but its nothing like the giant carnival of produce, fish, poultry, beef, pork, baked goods, yoghurts, hummus, flowers, plants, local honey, nuts, granolas, nut butters, on and on and on that happens in Marin, It was a couple acres iirc? Even the bands were occasionally not a horrible distraction.
