Flying Fish Mine
September 5, 2015
We had dinner tonight at Rick’s wonderful little compound in the foothills–the Flying Fish Mine. I’m sure I’ve heard the story, but I’ve forgotten how it got its name (way, way back when). In any case, it’s a very sweet, peaceful place among the pines.
Always good to get together with our hiking buddies (minus a few for one reason or another), especially during election season (isn’t it always). Lots of ground covered and lots of political prognosticating. More than fish flew tonight.
If Jerry Brown enters the race for President, you can thank/blame us…. or at least trace it back to predictions proffered over a couple bottles of wine at the Flying Fish Mine.
Dinner was lovely…
The company sparkling…
Life of Wry 