We decided that it might be fun to go into San Francisco for a bit of lunch, and we decided that dim sum on Clement Street would be fun. The place we were planning to eat was closed for the week for some reason, so we found a restaurant with the fabulous name of the “Tong Palace.” Afterwards, we figured the Chinese markets there would be a good place to pick up some really fresh produce.
We went across the bridge to what Herb Caen used to call “Marvelous Marin” and decided to to make a stop in one of its most precious spots, Mill Valley, a town that makes Carmel seem vaguely down-at-heel. We had some coffee and gelato there as it began to rain. Eli was bored. Edie, ever the princess, looked like she had been born to live in Mill Valley.
We stopped at the Safeway there to pick up some groceries, and from there Daniel, our ever patient British GPS voice, directed us to find Highway 1 towards Inverness.
Most people usually like the ride through Mount Tamalpais State Park up to Stinson Beach, and it certainly is beautiful route on a sunny day, but this was not that kind of a day and it was a miserable ride. When Daniel picked this route he apparently did not know that pork buns, gelato, and a tendency towards motion sickness is NOT a good combination. I will leave out the worst details, but suffice it to say, dear readers, that John was miserably sick. You will be happy to know that I had the good sense not to record any of this with the camera.
After a wretched - or perhaps retched - 90 minutes on the road we finally arrived at our lovely Inverness accommodations. I’m sure that when the sun finally comes out we will see the promised panoramic view of Tomales Bay.
The dogs seemed to instinctively know that the trip was over and that this would be home for a while.
It’s supposed to rain some more tomorrow, but I still need to finish my work from Olympia and there is the season finale of Mad Men to watch.
