a quick stop at wild flour bread, in freestone is always vital. |
the friendly, happy, down home crew |
and their garden out the back... |
mulberries |
amaranth |
then to sf... |
secret gardens... |
and pop top elements |
and fine dining |
bay berry |
across the 128, through anderson valley |
and into boonville... |
a quick pitstop for a refreshment, and lesson in the local language; boontling |
the finest barstools around |
out to the coast, and it was calm and sunny... |
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beachy |
finished off the salmon |
carne asada, awaits. thanks scott |
the view of the sunset on Eureka across the Humbolt bay, from the back deck. and tomorrow, Portland ho! |