over the rivers and through the woods.
deep into the redwood forest. shafts of sunlight making their way down through the dark nest of trees.
i was supposed to leave on saturday morn, but i left moss cottage and the cat posse on friday night instead. i wanted to be on the road, getting a 4-5 hour headstart on the long journey to northern california.
out the door i hurried, climbed into my chariot, and began the drive. every cell in my body was humming with delicious excitement.
oh to be going somewhere in the dark of night. hours of driving ahead. my perfect adventure and one i had been waiting for.
it’s been so long since i left on a road trip without making hotel reservations or even knowing where my final stop would be. i decided to drive until 10 pm and then find a hotel. easier said than done. the 5 is a desolate interstate where there can be 30-40 miles between service outposts, but at last i found something in los banos way up in merced county.
i wanted to spend a little time in santa rosa, about an hour north of san francisco, driving around, looking at houses on my redfin app. i’m unfamiliar with santa rosa, but it had a great vibe and plenty of housing options.
lately i’ve developed an obsession with finding my future retirement community. northern california and southern oregon are at the very top of the list. i need to be within an hour or so of the ocean, dark skies, less population density, more rain, a cooler climate, affordable housing, and plenty of quirky, arty, liberal-minded peeps around. i’m headed to the eureka area in the spring to explore, and maybe brookings, oregon this summer. naturally i’ll count on hearing from you about santa rosa and anywhere else you want to tell me about that’s on the west coast.
after an hour or 2 in santa rosa i headed further north, then started westwards towards the coast on hwy 128 straight through the gorgeous anderson valley and boonville. sublimely beautiful.
now i am here in caspar. my little cottage is dreamy and as i type this i am sitting in front of an open window from which i can see the white caps of the pacific through a meadow, picket fence, and coastal pine.
yesterday upon arriving, i quickly unpacked and hurried out across the street onto the headlands.
nothing but the sounds of blowing grass and the great heartbeat of the ocean.
i have settled in for lots of blogging, sketching, reading, walking, and dreaming. my days will be punctuated by strolls along the headlands and rambles into mendocino and fort bragg. breathing deep. happy to be alive. right here.
let me know what you’re getting up to in your worlds. you know i’m always curious.
see you soon.