~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 [...]
Some folks do a little gloating dance, others edit video.
The grill sizzled, the papel picado fluttered, the mariachi strummed and the stage was set for a Christmas miracle. In truth, today we had hoped to go to La Taqueria, but found them closed for the holidays. Perhaps it was fate that led us to Taqueria Cancún, who can say?
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A cozy, wintry evening passed in the belly of whaling ship-turned-tiny-saloon: Heinold’s First and Last Chance, opened 1883. The pot-bellied stove, gas lanterns, clock stopped at 5:12 (as in 5:12 a.m, April 18, 1906) and wildly slanting floor (also thanks to 1906 earthquake) create a very fine atmosphere in this Prohibition-shirking establishment much featured in Jack [...]
El farol de los enamorados! Took a break from the book to make Mexican chocolate cupcakes for my chosen brother, who finally joined the 40-club. (Lotería cards designed in 1887 by Don Clemente aka Clemente Jacques aka Pasatiempos Gallo, S.A. de C.V. A lovely alternate deck of his can be found here.)
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.”