We decided to drive to Twin Peaks and see the moon rise. The moon was so big over the San Francisco Bay we thought we should have had on a Neil Young song! When we drove down the peak the Golden Gate Bridge was shimmering mystically in the partly cloudy foggy night. We do live in a postcard!
We chose LeZinc, a French bistro on 24th Street to have a nightcap, and my last drink for the last summer day of my 50's. Over blanc and rose champagne we remembered the highlights of our summer adventures on the road: the McCloud River waterfalls, the Wild Plum waterhole and the Yuba River, the wild surf at the Pacific Grove beach on the 17-Mile Drive...
Today--the first day of Fall--we're volunteering to relieve an artist working in a redwood grove at the Mill Valley Art Festival...
only 12 more days left until I turn 60!
Life is good!
