Biscotti Sunrise

The sun came up with the skies blue and clear for the 23rd day in a row, and I made my way out to the porch of our little home at the Inverness Motel. We have enjoyed great weather, with some warmth (read: hot and sultry!), but with only several raindrops along the way. The flow of the air through the car has kept us comfortable along the way, and here by the coast it is cooler now. The morning sun is warm, and it encourages the strings on my guitar to sing their best. In between songs I enjoy a morning coffee, a chocolate-dipped biscotti, and the sun warming the tidal flat that covers the San Andreas Fault.

Madeline and I made our way south after stopping in at the Busy Bee Bakery in Inverness for a few treats for later on. We found gasoline in the communal village of Bolinas, a seaside town where there was a great interest in the woody. The gas station was a co-operative venture of sorts, and we paid the highest price for fuel there on our entire trip: $5.14. We a fresh tank and reports that we could fetch a good price for the woody when the surfers descend in a couple days, we were on our way again.

We drove the coastal route, Route 1, which snaked up and down the mountains that crashed into the great Pacific coast. The drive was a challenge, with its many sharp curves and steep hills. The sporadic guard rails kept us on edge and close to the median line, and by the time the 18 miles to the Golden Gate had passed, we were contemplating alternative routes for the trip south.