We're near the end of a ten-day visit to Pt. Reyes, really to the nearby town of Inverness, and I'm feel refreshed. I almost cancelled the trip because I couldn't face the hassle of packing up for it--we don't travel light--but sitting in a small cottage surrounded by oak and bay trees turned out to be a good idea.
My friend Rob died ten days after I said good-by to him, and five days before we were scheduled to come here. He's been much on my mind. At first I felt heavy with sadness, discouraged by the way life works out sometimes (hell, ALL the time; it ALWAYS ends in death). Soon after we arrived in Inverness, rain started and went on for three days. I wondered why we'd bothered to come.
Now the weather's cleared up, no rain, less fog. We've taken some good hikes. I've visited with a couple of Inverness friends. Jerry and I walked all the way out to the Pt. Reyes Lighthouse (300+ steps), and we also visited the historical Coast Guard Cemetery, both firsts in 15 years of vacationing here. I feel better.
Still sad, though.
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