Road trip into the past

Pescadero Beach used to be a place where we would run the dogs, when we had Jake and Bailey and lived on the boat before. We found Jake in a truckload of puppies in Pescadero after eating fried artichoke hearts in a Greek restaurant. The town is tiny, a mile back from the ocean and surrounded by fields. You can't go to Pescadero without hitting Arcangeli Bakery - there are only about 6 stores in town, but this bakery is a must stop. You can get fresh, hot garlic and artichoke bread with the aroma in the store heavenly. We usually buy several loaves, but they don't always make it home. But, back to the beach. Notice the sign about no dogs. What is going on here? We stopped at many beaches along the highway and you got it, no dogs! We found Phipps Ranch behind Pescadero where I used to buy herbs and beans. They are still there, and the narcissus bloom in their driveway. I gave a bowl of these to a friend one year and they had to put them outside as they said they stink. As it is my birth flower, well - it is an acquired smell. Phipps has bins and bins of wonderful different beans, tactile and colorful. I probably have some of the original from years ago. Hope not. Evan and Janice were with us and were made aware of the history of our trips to Pescadero. Jake was given a loving name by Evan, in Jake's later years, that sounded like fart bag. Or such. The sea air was wonderful,
having sun after all these days of rain, magic. The fields were covered
in mustard, and the clouds were moving to heal the drought here in California. A winding, curving back road flows over the ridges back to the bay area, through redwoods and redneck areas of mystery. We stayed on the beach road, thinking good thoughts and remembering Jake and bad thoughts about all those beaurocrats who shut down the beaches from the "killer" dogs.