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took rte 1 home today from pt reyes. realized that much of what I hate about commuting is the sheer tedium of the journey. and what i love about roadtrips is seeing new stuff every day.

so I cruised past the spot where I watched the salmon swim up stream last year -- emylene got some great photos of the crazy fish. moley was none too impressed with the show -- mainly she noticed her leash and was bored.

saw the town sign for dogtown -- 30 people -- you think they'd let me stay awhile? who'd notice a freak like me in that crowd? well, any town called dogtown is good in my book.

then past the turn off for bolinas, with its sign notoriously absent. I was tempted to have a coffee in bolinas, but was feeling a little sad without my mo, so I pressed on. bolinas, just as my dogbook noted, is filled with dogs -- mainly black -- cruising the streets nonchalantly, and romping on the beach happily. my first trip out to bolinas was with bleu, mina, and satch. we went beachcombing (found a cool skull and tons of shells), laughed at the inexplicable "groin" sign in the bay, and saw tons of dogs. there was some band bleu loved playing in town, and in all, it felt wonderfully adventuresome and cosy.

and the views (!!!) -- curling along the water, gorgeous cliffs, idiot tourists. it was a great way to get home. I do love this place. in this visceral gut wrenching way that makes me cry. so mebbe this is what -home- feels like? loving the land itself, landscapes that move me beyond awe to yearning. starting to dream and see this expanse on my eyelids. finally it's starting to sink in and feel real.

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