Point Reyes, California is a beautiful place. I imagine myself spending days and weeks out by the ocean or by the woods, reading books and taking photos in the foggy mornings. I want to go back.
Through Gilroy: Small, empty farmer’s markets, rows of bare trees which clearly need some tree services, long winding roads surrounded by rolling hills and sleepy animals.
Morning in our hotel room. Before Ron got up, i’d sit by the window and watch the city move around below me. There’d always be a seagull on the church’s cross, next door.
We stopped at a little diner on our way out one morning and had brunch. Omelets and hash browns. Sandwiches and milkshakes.
On our last night, we ordered room service and took it easy.
Have a good weekend, everyone. I’m so happy it’s Friday.