Navigating by Luck

Today Dara and I took a trip to deliver a piece of flagstone to someone who can carve our street number into it. We hope this will make a nice final touch to flagstone-faced posts holding up the gate that is finally supposed to be installed this week. The rock-carving-person said she would be at the "San Rafael farmer's market every Sunday," so off we went across the Golden Gate into Marin county. When we got to San Rafael, we could not find the farmer's market. We drove around and around, and then stopped to ask at a local coffee shop. Seems they have a farmer's market, but only on Thursdays. We looked some more, but finally gave up. We ended up taking a winding road along the bay, through a state park, passing by bikers riding up through the hills, smelling the low tide coming off of mud flats and cattails. We figured after about five miles, we'd intersect with the highway and make our way home. As we came near the highway, we found ourselves just below the Marin Civic Center, one of Frank Lloyd Wright's most famous public buildings (picture for your reference). Just before we got on the highway, we noticed a sign saying -- what else -- Farmer's Market Today. Naaaah. Couldn't be, could it? We stopped in and found a huge farmer's market, and of course, the rock-carving-person. Truly a case of a blind hog finding an acorn.