Bert and I were lucky enough to spend a long weekend in Pt. Reyes. His birthday is Monday so we’ve made it a weekend of birthday fun.
At least that’s the excuse we give each other every morning when we find ourselves standing in front of the Bovine Bakery counter considering which extravagant morsel we’re going to eat.
John and Susie invited us to stay in their amazing home tucked into the fringe of the Pt. Reyes National Park with sweeping views of Tomales Bay and a wall of windows from which to take it all in. Thank you!!
I do not use the term paradise lightly. This place is it.
A year ago we came to Pt. Reyes to do our first swim/bike brick. John, an experienced triathlete, said it was something we needed to do before the race and he’d show us the ropes.
The ride was meant to be a 34 mile out and bike to the Pt. Reyes Lighthouse. I didn’t make it all the way.
What a difference a year and the experience of a century makes. Not only did we do the ride this weekend – we extended it to 40 miles by leaving directly from the house. We made good time, felt strong and had the energy to take in the views. Fabulous!
We’ve done some hiking (which, by the way, is H.A.R.D. – apparently cycling doesn’t cross-train you for hiking.) We saw herds of majestic tule elk. I did a little run.
And we’ve eaten everything. Scones, croissants, burgers, pizza, stew…you name it.
It’s been a feast of a weekend.
And let me tell you, it’s darn hard to leave paradise.