Before I start on the eventual photo + story blog post, I’m going to lay out the events that led up to the picturesque stuff. A behind the scenes, if you will.
The initial destination was Muir Woods. Until we realized that it was midday on a Saturday and why didn’t we come on a quiet Tuesday and this happens to us a lot. Idea, nixed.
Re-plan our game. We set off towards Hog Island because it sounded like something we ought to see. Along the way, I made note of how pretty the mountain scene was as JMonty remembered seeing a sign for a trailhead. U-turn it. Park. There was one other car at the time. We ate our pre-packed sandwiches and started walking. About half a mile closer to the mountains, I pulled out the grapes + tomatoes for our thirst. This is what I really needed to tell you. We walked by one large pond and noticed a couple of mosquitos. We picked up the pace only to come upon a second pond. With even more mosquitos, a whole swarm of ’em! There was a lot of swatting and helping each other out swatting and the whole scene was a flailing mess of arms. And they weren’t going away. The executive decision was made without saying a word and we started running. Back to the car. Like, full speed. We passed by two or three other groups before we made it back to the cars and we never figured out if the other hikers were attacked too. Surely?
In case you were worried about this glamorous lifestyle that we lead, I wanted to set you straight. Because it’s not all champagne and oysters ALL the time. We can move on now.
Hog Island Oyster Co.
20215 Shoreline Highway
Marshall, CA 94940
The system: walk past the oyster bins and stand in line. If you reserved a picnic table in advance, you got a table on the outside level, closer to the water. Every table was filled with overflowing parties that looked like they made a whole day of it. If you just showed up, you had to wait for an open seat. They took their time genuinely helping every single person no matter how long the line was. And the long line didn’t seem to deter anyone. Seemed like it was worth it. Personally, I prefer oysters from the Gulf. The Pacific and the North Sea variety are too salty for my refined Gulf-raised palette. But I always try them and anchovies and let my husband finish them while I finish the bubbles, so it’s okay.
On the other side of Tomales Bay, we saw a sign for a lighthouse at Point Reyes and were like – “okay!”
So, three TSwift Shake it Offs later..
Those deer wanted nothing to do with my almonds. No matter how sweetly I offered them. I had to shake it off.