August 10th, 2010

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Today we breakfasted in the wet clouds in a cabin once owned by Orson Welles and Rita Hayworth, now home to a fine cafe and restaurant, Nepenthe. The word is Ancient Greek, directly translating to “not-sorrow,” and referring to an elixir to bring forgetfulness. The journey along the coast of my home state is the opposite of forgetful, full instead of not-sorrow. Plus hawks, dragonflies, giant sequoia, crows, bay laurel, and brioche-loving bluejays.




“In her right hand she bore a crystal glass/Mantling with bright Nepenthe.” Was Shelley thinking of California Pinot?

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