I rode to Pebble Beach, picked mulberries, and rode south, around the Point, to 63rd St. beach, to the end of the pier, around the outer harbor, the inner harbor, through the golf course, and the tunnel to the Obamachron. I'm still not used to living next to a tourist attraction, and I kind of hope it becomes a ghost town, but that's just magical thinking, it's urban renewal, it's the Jackson Park Obamachron now.