Day One: We Got Here...

...but not without a couple of bumps:

1. We forgot the box of Prosecco and white wine!  Tomorrow to the Palace Market in Pt. Reyes Station to replenish our supply at much higher prices, but what the hell, we're on vacation. (And where is the box?  We're not sure.  Probably in the garage in Berkeley, turning to vinegar in the heat.)

2.  Lucas Valley Road, our route from 101 to West Marin, was closed a few miles in.  We had to turn around--two cars, remember--and drive back to 101 and then to San Rafael and then through San Rafael--and you don't want to know.  This is why we don't do the San Rafael route anymore.  An unbuccolic pain in the neck. 

Bowl of Elisabeth's dahlias

When we arrived at Elisabeth's house, she was prostrate on the sofa, exhausted, she said, by getting ready for us.  Her house was immaculate, but she looked like we felt. Vacations are so much work!  She staggered off to Sebastopol, and we went to the beach.  Perfect weather.

 Shell Beach, Inverness

Waded briefly.  Icy cold.

Another end of season dahlia at Elisabeth's