The tiny town of Bolinas, at the southern tip of Point Reyes National Seashore, and a short drive north of Muir Beach, is not on the way to anywhere. It hides on the other side of this lagoon, and it wants to be left alone.
We will visit quickly and go.
The familiar scent inside the general store brought a rush of memories from my college years in Santa Cruz. All natural food stores have the same smell.
The same hippie-goddess vibe also prevails.
I've only been to Bolinas once or twice before, but I know its contours well. After awhile, all of northern California's tiny coastal towns come to resemble one another.
Bolinas has a slightly sharper edge tho'.
Some people would say West Marin County drinks from the crazy cup. Others would say it takes all kinds.
Bolinas then...No--wait. This one is San Francisco, in 3 weeks:
In California, a "community meeting to discuss beach camping" is code language for "what are we going to do about the hobos living at the beach?"
Like this dude:
No doubt the matter will be taken up by musicians,
and spiritual mediums.
I wish them luck.
My friend Emma and I are just passing through.
We came here with one specific thing in mind:
to buy California wildflower seeds.