All the rain in Sausalito had us fighting cabin fever so we took the road out to the coast. Robert drove while I tried to breathe as it is curvy, long drop offs and the typical California, get there first drivers. It was the kind of road where any sane passenger would just lie on the floor and whimper, "Are we there yet?" It was a magic day, and we were on a quest to find Bolinas. Well, it wasn't so difficult, although supposedly the residents take down the signs to keep people away. Dumb, as there are a few restaurants, etc. and really it must be a schtick to get tourists to come to town. Above is looking towards Bolinas and the lagoon.
This is looking towards the Gate. Two giant limos were at the outlook with French people trying to get the locked loos open.
We walked through Bolinas in about two minutes, and then drove to another area to have a picnic above the ocean. The residents of B are sort of strange - the ones we saw, carefully not making eye contact and pretending that the 60s are alive and well in the community. We drove on, trying to find a place for the boat bound dogs to run.
A meadow was found without a fence and we climbed, and climbed, into nettles. The wind blew the cobwebs out of our heads and we and the dogs were happy.
And then back to Sausalito and the rain and more engine installation.
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