Where have we been? So much passing time, and with it, another year gone by. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Day 1
Took off for a weekend away and ended up in Bolinas by way of Vacaville. A wise decision as we were greeted in the fair town by a lovely dinner and fantastic hosts. Meant to stay the night and ended up crashing at the beach apartment for the entire weekend.
Took ourselves out to the tennis courts for a musical three gun salute.
Beach walking and star-gazing.
And late night serenades from Mr. Manson to lull us to sleep.
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Day 2
Woke up to sunshine streaming in and coffee on the porch. Part of me wishes I still had this life.
Breakfast quiche and a dip in the ocean before saying goodbye for the day.
Drove up to the Marshall Store for oysters and sunshine. Couldn't make up our minds as to what to do from there...camping? Beachy motel with a hot tub?
Or back to Bolinas for wine and box crab at the Coast Cafe? A wise choice and ever so tasty. Can't really beat the ambiance there either.
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Day 3
Good morning, birthday. With the sunshine Frankie turned 38.
Not too shabby.
Jesse, Evelyn and Koperski drove up and we all went for more oysters at the Tomales Bay Oyster Co. Buy in bulk then shuck them or bbq them or both. A fine mussel stew never hurts. Neither does a good quantity of wine.
So much food.
Headed back to Bolinas and coerced Jeffrey into taking us on an adventure to RCA. Weird to think of Marconi out here playing with radio waves.
From what I gather, all of Marconi’s transoceanic stations were "duplex" stations, with two separate stations geographically separated from each other for transmitting and receiving. It was necessary to keep them apart due to the noise created in transmitting, but each station was built to look just like the other. In this case, one station was in Marshall, the other on the bluffs above Bolinas, the remains of which we were wandering through. Each station had a myriad of buildings to house staff, as well as a hotel with full on dining hall, lounge and so on, all built in the slightly Mediterranean/ Craftsman style of the time (1910's), as well as cottages scattered about for married couples to nest in. In other words, it must've been amazing.
In fact it still is.
Baseball by wireless.
I don't even remember the sun going down, but suddenly there was a blazing driftwood bonfire and hours of singing to Jeffrey's guitar. Felt so good I almost though it was my birthday too.
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Come with me, to the sea? Drive up Highway 1, take the secret turn-off to Bolinas, makes some friends, eat some oysters and have yourself a little holiday. Just remember, you have to come home someday.