i've come over 500 miles in the last couple of days.
on interstate, but also little roads that wind through a greening countryside.
past many groves of nut trees & grapevines.
through verdant valleys where wooly clouds hung low & gray.
through bustling cities where i got distracted and veered off course. i admit at times like this i was sort of wishing i had an iphone with a gps. but instead i used my old fashioned map. and… a nice fellow with his pup steered me back on course.
san francisco is so so pretty. and this morning she was cloaked in swirling fog which lifted occasionally revealing bridges, golden water, brightly painted doors.
green parks dripping with water.
iconic red bridges.
angel island & alcatraz off in the distance.
fog enchants me.
and i drove through heavy blankets of it on my way north. the recent rains have turned the golden state emerald green.
north north north
past wineries, farms, tiny towns.
the edge of the continent with its wild pounding surf.
at last arriving here. to this bluff. overlooking this little cove.
my christmas hidey hole.