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Yesterday's road trip began with a bit more adventure than i expected as we took a route to Pescadero that was direct but very winding. I was driving the jeep and a little anxious for a bit about the winding roads, the bicyclists in the lanes, and on coming vehicles. There was a down hill stretch where a bicyclist was about to overtake us, but around a curve was an uphill and i lost him.
The green of the coastal mountains on a morning with the low clouds is hard to describe: it glows in the diffuse light, the thick green mosses, the low growing perennial plants, ferns. Lace lichen drapes the oaks like the Spanish moss of the southeast, but this is even more trailing and distinctly lichen green instead of the grey. Even on bright sunny days, some canyons are in a twilight.
The goat farm was a delight, and the sun broke out through the clouds as we were there. A field of yellow mustard flowers separated the nursery barn from the rest of the barn. We could handle (stress) the male kids who would be sold by the dairy, no comment on whether they were destined for meat by the buyer or not. The first year mother goats were sweet as they sat together in the sun.
The cheeses were not a "gamey" as Christine feared, and we ended up buying more than a few. The farm seems to be doing well as farming tourism goes, and although i was aware of the gentle manipulation of having the tour go from 11-1, and end in the cheese shop, i can't begrudge an entrepreneur who is committed to sustainability and gentle scale.
We had a generous and long lunch at Duarte's (Doo-art's) in Pescadero with a friend of Christine's, belatedly celebrating both of their birthdays. Christine said her crab melt sandwich was delicious, i had baked oysters. We wrapped up with olallieberry pie. What is an Olallieberry? It's a mutt, Christine laughs, as i read off the crossed berries that were its progenitors. (Think blackberries, raspberries, dewberries.)
We took a drive home up the coast on highway 1, marveling at the scenery, familiar and yet still a wonder. I tried taking some beach photos, but the "sea breeze" was incredibly stiff and i was chilled pretty quickly. We crossed the hills at well developed 92 and drove home along the San Andreas fault on Cañada Rd.
We were home around 5, and i was so tired. I'm not sure why, but this morning my legs hurt. I realize all the squatting down to see the goats face to face did work out my legs. For dinner we had hot cocoa, and i had some nibbles of the honey lavender chevre. We watched The Tempest (2010) with Helen Mirren as Prospera: the issues of slavery and freedom and power are fascinating. Having the protagonist as a woman fascinated me, thinking of the power broker women of history, who manipulated governments thought their children. I find it more believable for Prospera to surrender her staff of magic after seeing her daughter betrothed to the prince, i think, than had it been Prospero.
I've slept far more this vacation than i planned and slept in this morning. I suppose should get myself to Meeting as i have not been to Worship for weeks. It will do me good, i suspect. Thank heavens for Friends casual presentation: i have quite the case of hat hair from yesterday.
The green of the coastal mountains on a morning with the low clouds is hard to describe: it glows in the diffuse light, the thick green mosses, the low growing perennial plants, ferns. Lace lichen drapes the oaks like the Spanish moss of the southeast, but this is even more trailing and distinctly lichen green instead of the grey. Even on bright sunny days, some canyons are in a twilight.
The goat farm was a delight, and the sun broke out through the clouds as we were there. A field of yellow mustard flowers separated the nursery barn from the rest of the barn. We could handle (stress) the male kids who would be sold by the dairy, no comment on whether they were destined for meat by the buyer or not. The first year mother goats were sweet as they sat together in the sun.
The cheeses were not a "gamey" as Christine feared, and we ended up buying more than a few. The farm seems to be doing well as farming tourism goes, and although i was aware of the gentle manipulation of having the tour go from 11-1, and end in the cheese shop, i can't begrudge an entrepreneur who is committed to sustainability and gentle scale.
We had a generous and long lunch at Duarte's (Doo-art's) in Pescadero with a friend of Christine's, belatedly celebrating both of their birthdays. Christine said her crab melt sandwich was delicious, i had baked oysters. We wrapped up with olallieberry pie. What is an Olallieberry? It's a mutt, Christine laughs, as i read off the crossed berries that were its progenitors. (Think blackberries, raspberries, dewberries.)
We took a drive home up the coast on highway 1, marveling at the scenery, familiar and yet still a wonder. I tried taking some beach photos, but the "sea breeze" was incredibly stiff and i was chilled pretty quickly. We crossed the hills at well developed 92 and drove home along the San Andreas fault on Cañada Rd.
We were home around 5, and i was so tired. I'm not sure why, but this morning my legs hurt. I realize all the squatting down to see the goats face to face did work out my legs. For dinner we had hot cocoa, and i had some nibbles of the honey lavender chevre. We watched The Tempest (2010) with Helen Mirren as Prospera: the issues of slavery and freedom and power are fascinating. Having the protagonist as a woman fascinated me, thinking of the power broker women of history, who manipulated governments thought their children. I find it more believable for Prospera to surrender her staff of magic after seeing her daughter betrothed to the prince, i think, than had it been Prospero.
I've slept far more this vacation than i planned and slept in this morning. I suppose should get myself to Meeting as i have not been to Worship for weeks. It will do me good, i suspect. Thank heavens for Friends casual presentation: i have quite the case of hat hair from yesterday.