Good morning, everyone. I got home last night from four days of camping at Dillon Beach. I wanted to share one picture this morning: it’s of one of my favorite little campers on the beach and its little yard. I love the mountains in the background — and the way I can so easily see myself living there. I tried to blog last night and keep up with the August Break, but my Internet service and WordPress seem to have gotten into a war while I was away.
I’m off again very soon to the other direction of the state — out of the state, really — to Reno. My friend’s in a wedding later this afternoon and I offered to drive her in my hopefully-more-reliable car. Our other friend is tagging along, too, so we’re going to pass some time at a few slot machines and maybe a bookstore or cafe. She just returned from backpacking Eastern Europe yesterday morning, so I know there are lots and lots of stories that I can’t wait to hear.
And now, it’s time for Five Senses Friday, where I reflect on the weekend through, well, five senses.
Fresh clam chowder from a balcony hanging over Tomales Bay.
Loose tent fabric slapping together in the harsh night wind.
Shabby beach homes that call to me and tell me to live there and make them cute.
Tired, though give me an hour and I’ll be ready to get on the road again.
I’m not smelling a skunked dog this year. Success. (It happened last year, and it was awful).