What a spectacular day! Gregory, Kate, and I went to Point Reyes and took a walk by the visitors center, and then went to Limantour Beach, and struggled to walk in the stiff wind along the shore. I cannot get over how gorgeous it was. I finally saw the Pacific Ocean up close. It was sunny and 58 degrees.
We had breakfast at the Station House Cafe (another hangtown fry, made with the plumpest, juiciest oysters i have ever tasted).
The hills were emerald green, and i felt like i had been dropped on another planet. We laughed and had a great time. Saw a rainbow while we were driving back to Vallejo, on Route 37.
As I sat in the parking lot at Raley's, I watched a hail storm on one side of me and a rainbow on the other side of me. My vocabulary has not caught up with my experiences out here. All i could see yesterday was waving wheat and emerald green hills that looked like the knuckles belonging to a giant.
These eyegasms are the story of my life lately. Everything is waking back up after a really long drought. It is so green and fertile out here, psychellic and cartoony. We saw trees that looked like hobbits lived in them.