Since, as I keep whining, we are not cruising the Pacific for our 42nd Anniversay, an alternative was needed. A safe alternative, one which did not involve burning grasslands, torching trees, or billowing clouds of smoke.
I also nixed the idea of trains, buses, or planes. Since I am the one driving, I also did not want to spend a huge portion of my day behind the wheel. Hence, Bodega Bay. Located in Sonoma County, it borders directly on the Pacific. At least for the moment, it is south and west of all the fires. The fog is dense, providing a protective layer from the smoke traveling on the high winds.
Yesterday, when we arrived we walked along Doran Beach. Absent of just about everyone I kept imaging the size of the creature who could have discarded this on his hike along the beach.
Today we wandered into and through town out to the head where, munching on the succulents, we found the usual suspects.
and looked down to the bay carved by the ocean out of the sheer rocks
and just to prove that I exist – (note, George’s phone pix, unedited, and, I suspect uncleaned lens)
We picked up take-away from a lovely place which specialized in locally caught fish. George had their Fish & Chips while I went for the fish tacos.
We spent a quiet evening. I had finished all the Zoom stuff earlier while he was on board calls and just caught the end of the As afternoon game.
We head home in the morning.
I missed this post earlier somehow…what a nice place to be. We love Bodega Bay…but sadly, have not made it over there in more than a year. I am in dire need of some ocean/beach time!
It was lovely, and not very many people, which made it really lovely. Now, if the fudge shop had been open…