~nick’s cove~
Saturday, February 4th, 2012A splendid day North Coast day-tripping through Guerneville, Goat Rock Beach and the venerable Nick’s Cove.
A splendid day North Coast day-tripping through Guerneville, Goat Rock Beach and the venerable Nick’s Cove.
This Taricha granulosa (rough-skinned newt) did pee upon me–most auspicious on a New Years Eve day hike. Found a Blue Jay feather as well (long a good luck totem of mine) and Olallieberry pie at Duarte’s. Looks like 2012 will be a banner year…
A club full of senior punk rockers (including those on stage), my Euro honey having heard not a prior note of my Hollywood teen soundtrack, the white-haired man to my right singing all the Exene parts–pitch-perfect, and me digging the layers of time and guitar, admittedly a tiny bit teary-eyed. X! X! X!
The next day [...]
As we inadvertently saw both Saturday Night Fever and Samurai Night Fever while in Los Angeles, it is only fitting that our journey back up Hwy 1 (in new-to-us wheels) was tinged with disco fever.
Swapping licenses from NYC to California, the DMV sprung a pop quiz on us. Failed the first try, got 100% on the second. If you’ve taken this impossible test recently, you’ll appreciate my pride.
Alfonso jogged, I harassed seagulls, the sea made mermaid tails in the sand, the sun sank, the moon rose over Crystal Cove.
Paid a visit to Diana of Sutro Heights Park on the new moon. Drawing back the arrow…
Sutro’s Dolce Far Niente (sweet to do nothing) balcony in the 1920s. Below the view now, and Diana from Cocteau’s La Belle et La Bête. “And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in Heaven.”
Some days it’s the proper thing to do. Some days it’s the only thing to do!