This is continuation of the Flashback Friday post that was posted on Friday, July 18, 2025. The following was posted on another site, July 2007. I’m reposting here so as to not lose this little bit of my history.
Day 3; Or It’s a Long and Winding Way Home
Friday we woke to a foggy, groggy morning. We both fought sleep the last night there. I didn’t want to see the trip end. The surf called me. The winding roads called me. The fog knew my name. The longer I could stay awake, the longer my vacation would seem.
As D showered, I stepped out and stared at the low tide for awhile. I walked to the end of the pier and watched the fog roll back out to sea, taking the early morning with it. I wanted to follow it out, float upon the chilly waters, until land disappeared.
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All our bags are packed, we’re ready to go; a muffin downed, we are out the door; neither one of us wants to say goodbye; but the drive home beckons, the key’s turned in; our stomachs’ growling, Drake’s Beach has a cafe; Already we miss the place so much we cry.
“We want to stay another day…”
So, off to Drake’s Beach for breakfast. But, aha — they don’t serve breakfast! Go figure. No one else in the area does…why should they break the mode? Their sandwiches are simple, yet filling and hot cocoa was a blessing against the furious cold winds that blew across the beach.
D and I ventured out onto the sand and stuck feet into frigid water. After watching our toes turn blue (was that just the color of the water, or were our feet that cold?), we rushed back to the car.
It’s still early…well, not really, but I just couldn’t bear leaving, yet. We vote to find the beach that is supposed to be the kinder, gentler beach. We find it. It cost money. We forgo the romantic walk along a sandy shoreline for a meditative walk through Spirit Matters, defined as “A divine destination full of oddities” and cookies from the Busy Bee Bakery.
The drive out of the Point took longer it seemed — oh, yeah, I was driving much slower! 🙂 We stopped to take in the smell of redwoods and the various life forms that congregate around them.
The mood is a bit more quieter and sullen for our drive back. D and I are both sad that we have to leave this idyllic place and land back in Reno; though we do stop at the Ikea in Sac. (One more distraction and a way to delay our arrival home.) I haven’t been to an Ikea in over 12 years and D had never been to one. We explored the jungle of displays, then sat down to a late lunch/early dinner.
It’s funny; the drive from Point Reyes to Reno is about four to four and one-half hours. We left the Golden Hinde Inn around 10AM. I did not arrive home until 11PM. We must have entered some kind of time travel trap loop or something.
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