At some point in the near future, a friend or cop or hitchhiker will come to you and say, “Hey, let’s go to Marin”. And so off you will go -- via ferry, Uber, or even your own fancy vehicle -- to cavort amongst the redwoods, and lakes, and thousands of people wearing extremely pricey biker spandex. And then you will get hungry and thirsty and need to figure out where to go.