As I mentioned, the weather's been kind of wintry here lately. And as I have not mentioned, Guy has been working a lot of overtime.
Nice weather + day off = time for a little road trip.
We don't have a goal in mind, but we decide to go north.
Have you seen The Bridge?
It's really interesting. Except for all the depressing stuff about suicide. I would have enjoyed it so much more without the suicide, and the people constantly talking about suicide. Geez!
This is what it looks like on the other side.
And there's San Francisco.
For whatever reason, the north bay (like the east bay) does not gel in my mind. So, no matter how many times I visit or travel through, it always feels a little bit like the first time. I could get to downtown Sonoma or Guerneville without a map, and I know where to have brunch in San Rafael. Point Bonita is nice. The houseboats in Sausalito are groovy (and I should show them to you sometime). I visit CalFlora in Fulton now and then (an especially good nursery because they sell an uncommonly large number of plants in 4" pots). But other than that, I feel like a virgin every time I go north of San Francisco. (Or east.) Outside the City, I'm more of a Peninsula slash South Bay slash Silicon Valley slash Santa Cruz kinda fella. And I've lived in the Bay Area all my life (except for two years when I went to graduate school in Atlanta). So it's kind of weird.
This is Marin County, looking east from Highway 101.
But now we're heading north and west on Highway 1.
It's pretty, but the road is treacherous, and I got a little queasy today.
I was 8 years old the last time that happened, so it took me a while to figure out what was going on.
By this point, I was downright nauseated but didn't want to say anything.
The Pacific is on the left, so the marine influence is strong here.
Traffic is surprisingly light considering that it's Sunday, and nice out. Is everyone at home watching the football game? (How depressing. But it's nice to have an open road. Even though I'm seriously about to throw up.)
The plant palette is ninety percent artemesia, baccharis, and lupine.
By Stinson Beach I break down and tell Guy I need to stop or I'm going to blow chunks in his car.
Surely, this is among the most geographically isolated town within a short distance of San Francisco. What are some other contenders?
My stomach settles down, and we get back on the road. We find a place in Point Reyes to park and take a little walk.
Those blue posts mark the San Andreas Fault. This is an educational trail near the visitor center.
This fenceline used to be continuous. On April 18, 1906 the part on the left broke away and moved 20 feet north from the part up on the right.
After this, we had lunch in Olema and took Sir Frances Drake through San Rafael to come home.