We’re now in Bolinas, a small little hippie community in Marin, about a half hour north of San Fran. I love this grouchy little town, the kind of place where the locals take the down the turn-off signs from the highway to dissuade weekend warriors from entering this intentional backwater.
We are renting a cool little cabin with my parents and my sister. Relaxing from a harrowing two weeks of waiting for the stupid escrow to close. and enjoying walks, hikes, movies, familial conversation (the occasional argument) and food. what else is there? surfing. i’ve been casing the local surf breaks, but between the near frigid water temps, the great whites that frequent the local breaks and the literal one foot-high waves, i’ve decided against it. call me a fair-weather friend, i’m just a sucker for 80 degree water temps.
I have a thousand pictures to edit, process, edit etc… it’s sad that i can’t do it on my laptop. the local signage in Bolinas is worth it, alone. getting some great pictures, almost like a bread crumb trail of images documenting our footsteps through california.
and we adventure on….
