My Day…
January 25, 2025
… spent with my guy.
Here’s what went down:
A leisurely arisal (apparently not a word); surprise Neccos (that Jim); our traditional Dillon breakfast; a breathtaking drive from Dillon to Pt. Reyes; a lovely trailhead conversation with a pair of doctors from Berkeley who offered us oranges; a level, 6-mile hike (the first, I might add, following the great 2024 knee blowout) from Muddy Hollow to Limantour Beach; an assortment of arty jellyfish; an early dinner at the Station House Cafe in Pt. Reyes Station (which included a celebratory 1/2 doz raw oysters, exceptional cornbread and a very memorable polenta/greens/toma cheese entree); a sated and happy drive home, arriving back to Dillon for an exquisite sunset. We capped the day with my come-from-behind squeaker of a Perquacky victory and a movie thriller that strained credulity (Carry-on).
Life of Wry 