It’s a part of California lots of folks never see, because it takes a bit of doing to get there, and there is no glamour about it. No movie stars, no designer boutiques, no see-and-be-seen spots. Although, by golly, who do you suppose was there a week or so before we were, eating oysters and sampling the cheese? Yep. Gwynnie herself. None other than Gwyneth P. But that aside, it’s a decidedly unsparkly kind of place unless you really love quiet beauty, old stuff, cows, seabirds and unpretentious but great food.
The Mr. and I had spent our first honeymoon, in 1989, at the Blackthorn Inn in Inverness, just a few miles down the road. He’d just started his business; I was trying to manage mine. Together we were wrestling with life in the Silicon Valley with 3 kids, then 11, 12 and 13, and all the stuff that went along. Dogs, cats, mortgages, sports, teachers, drama and more drama. The idea of 3 or 4 days in the quietest place we could think of, near the water, near the trees, only a couple hours’ drive, seemed perfect. And it was. We swore then we’d be back every year, which hasn’t happened. But this year we did go back. This time, in our Tiny Trailer at the Olema RV Park, in Olema, CA, which is 2 miles from Pt. Reyes Station and a just bit farther from Inverness.
There were only two or three other rigs in the entire campground, so we had the gorgeous quiet we remembered, as well as the fall color. Off to explore Pt. Reyes, which we didn’t do on our first honeymoon, having never left the Inn, first stop was the Coyuchi linen store and outlet: politically correct cotton, natural dyes, beautiful patterns: I left with some charcoal sheets for the Tiny Trailer, and some fabulous natural ecru knitted shams with pretty buttons. Pix for you later when I make the trailer all up for our next trip.
Next, stumbled into a little warehousy looking space that I thought would be just surfer stuff, and it turns out to be a clothing manufacturer, who has their stuff all made in Nepal. Jayli.com. Some adorable things, but I wasn’t in the mood to try; especially with the Mr. along.
This little church, now a yoga/dance studio, caught my eye, along with some sweet old buildings downtown from the time the train came through, to be loaded with dairy products for San Francisco.
We took a drive out toward the Pt. Reyes lighthouse, and loved the sweeping end-of-the-world views of the Marin County Coastline.
Then, back to Pt. Reyes for the outstanding food at Cowgirl Creamery’s Cantina. Real tomato soup with creme fraiche, smoked salmon. Mmmmmmm.
Then, back over the bridge and home, newly inspired to keep things as simple, gorgeous and delicious as possible.
Tiny Trailer, back home, awaiting the next adventure.
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