Compared to the lucky folks who live full-time in this amazing place, our six days at Stinson were but a pass-through. However, to us it was a time to drink in the smells and sounds of the sea, visit a few places, and spend _quality_ time with good friends. We went twice to the Pine Cone Diner in Pt Reyes. Yummy:
Next door is a fabulous bookstore with a _very_ large St. Bernard dog:
For a bookmark, Manfred's Books provides a quote from
Groucho Marx: "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."
Of course no trip to Pt. Reyes is complete without a hike, so we went down Limantour Road to the beach and strolled among the gulls and about 25 or so scattered folks:
Back at the home front, it was possible to see the road work along Highway 1 (which is closed to traffic for at least a couple more months):
And finally, I met up with the legendary Dino again, and this time he let me take photos of his many, many years of beach object collecting:
Last time we visited Stinson, Dino (and friends) built a
magical bench which unfortunately was washed out to the even more magical sea.
This time there was a mysterious egg in a graceful, twig nest:
which was gone by the time we finished our one week stay. But as a tribute to the transitory nature of beach-as-art trials and tribulations, Dino forgoes the ravaging waves and achieves momentary revelations such as:
