In life, you get some valley time, you get some beach time. We completed our valley time on Monday morning and headed for the beach. It was kind-of windy on the way. Felt like a headwind. TinMan’s estimated mileage calculator indicated “keep working, bub, you’re gonna need to buy a lot more gas.”
Yeah. We got to Doran Regional Park, on a sand spit in Bodega Bay, and sure, it was breezy.
Sure, THEY liked the steady, 25-knot wind. But it made the Maxxfan moan all night.
The wind was much, much worse the next day. Fortunately, we weren’t there that much — we were being lost on a dozen different Sonoma County country roads. We got rewarded though: friend Pat gave us four bottles of wine she had made herself (already tested… already loved), and we got to spend time with her fabulous Cairn terriers Runa and Rosso.
Runa and I are going to be good friends, I could tell.
Rosso kept popping up onto my leg to say hi. Maybe he likes me. Maybe he thought I had a treat to offer.
Pat knows all about Cairn terriers. We are Cairn terrier novices compared to her. But it is our privilege to care for two of them, and that is enough. Pat gives us suggestions when we get puzzled about them, and all four of us are better for it. But Pat gave us something even more important than Cairn terrier advice on this trip. She took us to lunch at a charming, small-town eatery. We took two bottles of her own hand-made wine to sample. Dogs stayed behind and played or chilled, we’ll never know.
This is Pat’s wine. She made it. Our job was to drink it. Success!
The next morning, it was time to head back toward home, and we all know what that means… the weather improved. Observe.
When the wind abated, our lives were transformed. For two minutes. Then we had to pack up and head home.
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