For decades that I have lived in the SF bay area, I have not visited Pt. Reyes. In fact, one hand can count the number of times I crossed Golden Gate Bridge. This reminded me of a native Beijing person in his late 30s who never visited the Forbidden City. “I can go whenever I want, it is just right there.” Note to self, “live like a tourist.”
The drive was a deterrent. Crossed the Golden Gate, then we trekked 90 minutes to arrive late at the lunch spot. This Inverness restaurant was cozy, friendly, delicious, and, yes, expensive. We pigged out on oysters and walked out 2.5 hours later and each about $80 poorer.
Pt. Reyes Lighthouse was at the west-most tip of this peninsula. The long descend down to the lighthouse was breathtaking with drop cliffs, expansive ocean, and, of course, the lighthouse at the end. The climb back took 308 steps, a good work-out. I imagined the lone lighthouse keeper in the old days climbing back and forth through the wind, rain, or whatever elements. Who would take the job?
On the way to the lighthouse are many “historical ranches” and an active dairy farm with cows gazing on the meadow. The cows seemed lazy and happy. Does that mean the milk tastes better, or meat more delicious?
Yes, we skipped Muir Woods and made our dinner reservation. Excellent Margarita and Tequila convinced us that the choice was correct. Joanne Weir’s artisan Mexican foods helped. After dinner, we walked down the waterway and my brain played Otis Redding’s “Sitting on the dock of the bay.” The song wouldn’t go away from my head for a long time.