Our favorite place in the world is Point Reyes. A day there can cure almost anything and restore balance to the universe. But first, one must persuade folks to eat and be happy. That takes work.
Then one might take a hike. Pierce Point, the top of Point Reyes. Start with the ranch, where you had to be pretty tough to endure the wind and cold all year (started 1857).
And deal with anti-photograph and anti-hiking family.
And they might get into it eventually, and look for birds or badgers.
And allow us to hike into beautiful places.
Smirk at all possible moments.
Because, you know, this is so ordinary.
But in fact, there are interesting things.
And nothing gets by the pink dress. And everyone must stay in their lane.
I mean really, who would complain.
Maybe mom at all the complaining.
Ah, the turnaround point.
They made it back. Followed by miles of bumpy roads followed by delicious burgers, including water buffalo burgers and water buffalo gelato (and beer and wine). Life is tough for this new generation.
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