It was good to get out of the city and away to west Marin. Those familiar with the bay area know of Marin as a wealthy county north of San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Bridge. That’s eastern Marin–drive west a ways, past Muir Woods, a park of redwoods, and it opens up to dairy farms and windswept beaches. It feels so different from east Marin (and the rest of the bay area), you could be hundreds of miles away.
It was nice to go up to the house on Tomales Bay. You can see the bay in the background here:
After being in the city, with all its noise and ambient light, it’s amazing how dark it is at night here, and how quiet. I took a few pictures looking out the sliding glass doors of the living room, toward the bay.
The place has a lush, overgrown feel to it.
We spend a lot of time reading, and it’s nice, when you lift your eyes from the page and look out, to see the blue bay and the hills beyond.
Aside from a weekend getaway, there was a reason for the trip. And I stowed the firewood from our fallen backyard branches under the deck.
But that only took a few minutes. Most of the weekend was reading, eating, and taking walks, delicious naps in the middle of the day, in the sunny bedroom upstairs.
Plus, we took the dogs to the beach, where Edie went berserker–but I’ll save that for next time.
You’ve got me drooling, and wanting to know how much and how do I get to rent this place? Seems PERFECT.
That view is beautiful. I can’t think of a nicer place to read a good book.
And now I want to hear all about Edie’s beserker dog episode!
Love this place. Such a secluded place with a beautiful view. I’ll bet you spent most of the time on that porch. Can’t wait to hear about Edie. I hope she didn’t drink sea water. Had one do that once.
J, the Inverness house on Tomales Bay is in my wife’s family. So we just try to leave things nice for them– some homebrew here, some firewood there; sometimes we do some yardwork on the bushes. Actually, we’re just very grateful we get the chance to stay there every so often.
You’re right, T-woo–and it is where I read the first third of Emma.
Anhinga, the porch is a delight. And no, our Edie didn’t drink anything–although she carried quite a puddle in her fur by the time she finished.