I’m having pancakes and a strong latte at one of my 2 favorite breakfast places in the world*, Trink’s in Gualala, a sun-drenched town with a major river, on the northern California coast.
Not only is the food extraordinary, but there’s good-working wi-fi, copper-covered tables, and views of the blue (and this morning) windy Greatest of All Oceans out the windows.
I just gave one of our mini-books of Tiny Homes On The Move to a 5-year old sitting with his parents, and after a minute perusing the book, he yelled “Look at this!” and in a few minutes, “whoa-o-o.” We’ve gotta be doing something right if we are getting through to 5-year olds.
I’m up here visiting my friend Louie. Last night we roasted a wild goose and had it with a salad and Louie’s home-made zinfandel to the accompaniment of ’40s music on Sirius radio. Two old guys havin fun…
Below is a panorama of boats down at the Pt. Arena cove yesterday. It’s been too windy to go crabbing.
*(The other is Bette’s Diner in Berkeley.