Vacation at Home

Labor Day, 2012

My beloved Point Reyes was a bit of a bust. Like people in all relationships it doesn’t always act the way I would like! We got a late start. (noonish). A little, (ok, a lot) of traffic, but never mind; we’re out to have FUN!

We plugged in the Stone’s masterpiece, Exile on Main Street and shouted along with Lovin’ Cup, top down, shooting through sunny Marin County.  So far, so good.

So not.

Fog.

Rolls and rolls of it, moving fast, obscuring any view that might have been off of the Point Tomales trail. We knew the ocean was down there, but could only hear it. The good docents were out with their tripods, observing the Tule elk. We tried, but could barely make out several brownish forms, against a background of a slightly different shade of brown. Brown, brown everywhere, shot through with coils of gray – not quite the experience the Drostes were looking for on their day of leisure.

The lush vegetation in the summertime at Point Reyes.

We valiantly ate our lunch and tried to imagine ourselves on a romantic moor in the British Isles.

But we weren’t.

I was chilled to the bone, and impatient for Rob to finish his apple so we could be on our way, bundling up under Patagonia, windbreaker, scarf and hood.  Ahhh. . . summer in the Bay Area!

I tried to think of Eckhart Tolle, encouraging us in his Power of Now to stay in this moment, be held by the presence . . . hmmmm, maybe not so much.

However all is now well; very well.  We found the sun at the Busy Bee Bakery in Inverness Park and a cup of tea and peanut butter cookie made everything good again.  We enjoyed an hour of creating time; me writing, Rob sketching.

 

And here is my proud husband with yet another National Park stamp on his passport!