A Beautiful, Discovered But Not Yet Overrun With The Likes Of Me, Place To Visit In Northern California, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:30am
If I had posted this five years ago I’d be introducing you to a hidden gem. As it happens, the Bay Area has discovered West Marin so get here as soon as you can before luxury resorts arrive and we’ve got Napa all over again. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed my fair share of the Wine Country and more than my fair share of luxury resorts but for me it comes down to beauty, and Pt. Reyes and the surrounding area will make your eyes roll back into your head.
In a good way.
We arrived on a warm afternoon, less surprising as the climate has changed.
We stayed in the cutest little Airbnb, the Neon Rose Cottage in Pt. Reyes. I don’t usually use the term “cute,” except for babies, but let’s make an exception.
The most extraordinary view.
Walked into town for dinner. The area was traditionally agricultural, and farms and dairies remain. With excellent fencing and green meadows to live for.
The sunset, on our return.
Next morning, traditional fog had returned,
only to lift off Tomales Bay and wisp about the hills like magic.
I could have stayed in front of our window until I fainted from Stendhal’s syndrome, but we took a hike at Pt. Reyes itself.
Unabated swooning.
I have never in my life seen so many various wildflowers so close together blooming at once. It was like living in a wildflower wedding bouquet.
To say nothing of the deer,
and the famous Pt. Reyes elephant seals lounging on the beaches below the cliffs. They look like sardines but they’re not. It’s wonderful when they lumber into the waves in pairs and swim off.
So there. The next time you come to San Francisco, take two days and head north just a little ways up the coast. You’ll not be disappointed.
Yes, I’m bossy, but my heart is pure. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.
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