Hello Drakes Bay.
We enjoyed showing Suzanne and Ryan all we knew about shucking oysters. It’s not much. I hope it helped.
All I wanted for my birthday: a beautiful hike in Tomales Bay and an oyster feast. We did both after my graveyard shift yesterday.
“Three leaves, let it be.”
Mark and Scott tried to explain what to look for in poison ivy. They also explained “bee” trees. People should move away from trees with bees buzzing around them.
Susan read about Sir Francis Drake, the Miwoks and the Marin Conservation League in the state park map.
Then I spotted a “bee” tree.
“This is not what I signed up for,” said our buddy Scott, in the middle of the second flight of stairs on the Dipsea Steps.
We tempted him and our cousin Alexis with a beautiful hike that led to a fantastic cabin, tucked away on Mt. Tam.
At the last minute, I convinced them to try out the hike starting in downtown Mill Valley, at the foot of the Dipsea Steps. A car nap revived me after my graveyard shift.
What could go wrong?
We survived the steep climb up 688 steps. We gawked at gorgeous mountain mansions along the rugged Dipsea Trail. An hour later, we arrived at the Tourist Club.
Everyone agreed that the destination was worth sore legs and lack of oxygen.
Also – I suspect everyone would have been happy with the flatter, 30-minute hike into the Tourist Club.