Instead of driving straight down coastal Highway One, I cut across the coastal mountains on the Stewart’s Point/Skaggs Springs road. Of the 5 or so cross-mountain roads from Pt. Arena to Jenner, this is the nicest to drive. Not too many hairpin corners, lots of creeks, and the Gualala river was rushing; it was almost emerald green since it hadn’t rained in a few days — the time the steelhead start their upriver journey.
It was around 10 PM when I got into San rafael and I stopped at one of my favorite nightclubs, the 4th Street Tavern. You’d swear the place was in Bakersfield or Texas, for that matter, instead of all-too-precious Marin County. Different band 7 nights a week, almost always a group I’ve never heard of, and almost always good. Friday it was Buckaroo Bonet and Los Tres Borrachos, funky rock n roll, loud and kick-ass, with a rockin guest singer. $5. cover charge.