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 A night in Grass Valley

First, Auburn. Then, Grass Valley. Last weekend, I went on a little wine-tasting getaway in California’s gold country. The Sierra Nevada foothills are fairly foreign to me, but it didn’t take long for me to promise to return. Next time, … Continue reading

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California from the train window

I fell in love with the rail system this weekend. The long windows. The golden tree tops. The snow-covered tracks breezing by, one peg at a time. The pigeons in the train station. The homemade mimosas. The rail employees and … Continue reading

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A beach of sea glass

Kneeling between an energetic shoreline and the clay-colored bluffs, I held the smooth, dull pieces of glass between my fingers. The green ones, I imagined, are remnants of a 7-Up bottle that burst into hundreds of pieces as it hit … Continue reading

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Four days in Fort Bragg

It was hard to drive away from the coast yesterday, to leave the forests of redwoods and descend the last hill. Reality is hard to return to sometimes. When all you want are crashing waves when you live in a … Continue reading

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Tossing out the nets

Whether you do it from the back of a fishing boat or from atop the pier, one of the funnest things to do when you have nothing else to do at Dillon Beach is throw our a few crab nets. … Continue reading

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And then we ate

Bacon-wrapped salmon. Quinoa and veggies. Fruit bowls and yogurt. Bacon and eggs. Fried potatoes and bratwurst. Wine spritzers. Tri-tip and spaghetti. Homemade clam chowder. Tacos and chili rellenos. Salt and pepper pistachios. Crab and butter. Homemade jam and s’mores. English … Continue reading

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Bodega Bay and moments from camp

It was a quiet day in our campground. Some had gone over the dunes to splash in cold waves. Others were lounging in chairs, a novel in one hand and glass of wine in the other. Maggie, my Aunt Jo … Continue reading

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