Scenes from a weekend in Bodega Bay, California.Read More
During the same weekend we went west to the coast, we also drove north to the Gorge. Being the non-hikers that we are, we did our best to "research" and find places that would be scenic without making us want to keel over and die.
I'm not sure how we happened about this little haven, or what it's even called, but it's on the Washington side of the Gorge, somewhere around Beacon Rock. At first, there was one really steep hill and all I could think about was when it would level out, which it did for a hot second then climbed up even further. We then came to a split path where we could continue for who knows how many more miles up hill, or head lower into the forest and catch our breath.
We're wimps. We went downhill. But it was so lovely and lush that I couldn't imagine a prettier place for our laziness to bring us.
Another exhausting weekend, but in the best kind of way. The weather was very un-San Francisco: it was sunny to the point that I got my sandal-tan back after only being in the sun for a few hours. Dolores Park was filled with people lazing and basking.
I finally got my new (to me) bike.
Cristie was a sweetheart during the whole search process-- answering my bike-noob questions and giving advice over the span of a few months. My first trip was to my sister's house. Raine, Raiza, and I are all planning to take a little bike trip together soon.
I got to try a lot of new things this weekend like orange-ginger carrot soup and yerba mate milk tea (both are amazing).
Mixed flowers, reading the paper, 5-hour long dinners and mint green pants. I love Spring.