Bodega Bay

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.

the Giant’s Kudgel

Today we wandered into and through town out to the head where, munching on the succulents, we found the usual suspects.

black tailed deer

and looked down to the bay carved by the ocean out of the sheer rocks

with the tide on the way in

and just to prove that I exist – (note, George’s phone pix, unedited, and, I suspect uncleaned lens)

hiking along

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.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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2 Responses to Bodega Bay

  1. Ruth says:

    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!

    • Holly says:

      It was lovely, and not very many people, which made it really lovely. Now, if the fudge shop had been open…

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