And, we’re
back on the air. Hi guys. I don’t quite know where to begin. It’s been a while
since we last spoke. In fact, I’ve been unplugged from the blog-o-verse for two
whole weeks. (Please forgive me while I try to catch up on all your posts).
Some things have
changed: I mustered the appetite for fish tacos and vegan pizza! Some things
have not: the nausea has returned, along with an unsettling predilection for
absolutely disgusting food[1].
More on all that
to come, plus some Zofran related soapbox-ing and a bit about the
mom-a-fication[2] of my
identity (we’re getting pretty
post-modern around here). In the meantime, our trip to California was pretty
fantastic. We hiked, we camped, we snorkeled. We spent a lot of time laughing
with good friends. We collected seashells and stones along secluded beaches. One
of us thought she might DIE, like ABSOLUTELY
PERISH, on the never ending ferry ride from hell that even a doctor
approved Dramamine plus sea bands could not vanquish. <collecting myself and
returning to not the third person>. It was, in a word, perfect.
We started up in
San Francisco and ventured out to Muir Woods, with an easy six miler down to
Muir Beach.
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| The trail down to Muir Beach - about which there is nothing witty to say. We saw a class of five year olds let loose in their barefoot glory to dig and explore and cause trouble and our hearts kind of melted. |
The next day we
ventured to my new most favorite of spots – Point Reyes. More specifically, the
remote Tomales Point Trail, reached after driving through rolling hills of
organic dairy farms and pretty cows. The trail itself is all bluffs, views and
tule elk.
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| Tule Elk not pictured. But, uh, Views! Bluffs! Oh my! |
