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Yesterday reminded me yet again why we didn't move to Inverness: Fog! All day long, except for about five minutes at 4:30.
Rural fog gets to me in a way that city fog doesn't. There are more places to go in the city when the weather's dreary, more diversions. Here I feel stuck in the house, antsy and vaguely claustrophobic, which is why we didn't move here about twenty years ago. After a month-long trial run a rental house in Inverness during the winter, we decided to stay put in Berkeley. Couldn't take it.
Confronted with socked-in conditions yesterday, we gave up on a hike and drove down Highway 1 to Bolinas in search of sun and lunch.
It was sunny there, and I perked up, although I always feel a bit out of it in Bolinas, because it's a hippie outpost, and I am not a hippie but a tourist, and the place radiates Ambivalence About Tourists. Houses are as wildly expensive as other places in the Bay Area, so I don't know where the hippies live, unless a certain number of locals are impersonating hippies and own a million dollar house. Or a house worth a million now that they bought when it was $75,000. Who knows.
But the sun was shining, and we had a good lunch at the Coast Café and then walked around the town. Here's what we saw:
The Coast Cafe: Note surfboards hanging form ceiling and the stolen road sign over the bar
A local house. Note the "Playground" sign under the balcony, two Coke ads, a hanging bicycle, and an old-fashioned scooter in upstairs window, plus:
On the land side of the house: a fence decorated with old glass doorknobs
Another fence, which reminded me of a quilt
...and its shadow
A sign near the small beach: I always wanted to be loved by a crab
Afterwhile, everything in Bolinas looks like art
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