Monday 10th June 2013
Monday morning saw the return of the sun, much to our relief, we did’t come here for cloud we could get that back at home. We had a leisurely morning before having a drink at McNear’s. We decided to return to our room for a picnic of cheese, meat and crackers. We had been to the local Safeway store enough times that the staff were beginning to remember us. After lunch we decided to drive to the beach that Missy M had taken us to a week earlier.
Driving along with the roof down we once again congratulated ourselves on upgrading to a mustang convertible. It was mid-afternoon when we parked up, the sun was warm, we were happy. To our dismay we discovered that the tide was in making the beach inaccessible from the road way. I was quite happy taking endless photos and even a video of the water lapping at the rocks.
I was watching the water and some surfers over to my right whilst Owl spoke to surfer who had just arrived. He told Owl that we could reach the main beach by going back up the road and through the village and following the road round. I thought this house looked very quaint with its rocking chair on the front porch. rounding the corner we found the centre of the village. Owl went in search of a restroom while I sat in the community garden waiting and waiting. Then I saw Owl walking across the street a little way off so I moved along to wait for him near to the establishment he had entered. Still I waited, I watched the locals from a distance feeling that it would be best if I didn’t go too near.(Owl later told me that it was not the kind of place women should enter)”You wouldn’t have liked it. It was a real hicksville bar full of men with long beards and brown dungarees cussin” I crossed the street again to the local gallery. These tiles on the doorstep intrigued me. back across the street so that Owl would see me when he finally emerged I took this view down the street we had yet to investigate. After what felt like an age Owl emerged and walked across the street to where he had earlier left me. I scuttled back there to grab his arm and lead him back in the direction we were supposed to be going. Rounding the bend we were met with this vista, the entrance to Bolinas Lagoon. we both found this house fascinating. I am sure it would make a good setting for one of those find the object games. Across the street we found this unexpected gem. I loved this place, what lucky people to live here with views across the lagoon entrance towards the hills behind Stinson beach. A moment later we were back at the ocean. You can see quite clearly where the lagoon meets the open sea. It was lovely to feel the warm sand under my bare feet and the water was very refreshing too. Missy M had told us that she loves the graffiti that is found at Bolinas Beach and I can see why. Every piece of concrete lining the base of the cliff behind the beach is cover in wonderful and varied colours and intricate designs. this was my favourite we also saw a couple of signs that we have never seen anywhere before and probably won’t again. and By the time we reached the place where we had started the tide had gone out far enough for us to safely reach the slipway without getting wet feet. We had spent a lovely afternoon in the sun looking out at the pacific ocean from what we had been told was the 2nd best beach in the area. Now it was time to drive back to base and walk over to the diner for our evening meal and the pleasant company of the staff who we were now getting to know quite well.