Well, it is no longer timely, but I am going to finish the story of our trip, damnit! On Thanksgiving day we left San Fransisco and headed north to the lost coast, the home of our friends Joe and Karen. They live waaaaay out off the beaten path, off the map in Petrolia. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and were on our way. 
We again stayed in Karen and Joe's lovely one room cabin. This is the original homestead they built and lived here while they built their main home. One room, shower and loft for sleeping. Heated by a wood stove. We love staying here.
Here is the view from the main house. Is this a peaceful place or what?
We had a fine Thanksgiving dinner on duck with Joe and Karen. Here we are pictured on Saturday (our last day) just about to eat some duck gizzards. Three geezers eating gizzards (if only it were goose gizzards I could have stretched the g's out even further!)
We spent some time on the beach. As usual it was beautiful, as were my two companions. Neko loves the beach, and just loved being out in the wild all weekend.
On Saturday afternoon we went into town to see a friend and I met Shorty, who was aptly named.
You just never know who you will run into in downtown Petrolia, so it is best to always primp before you run out the door.
On our way out of Petrolia on Saturday night, just at sunset, by chance I took this great picture of my favorite photo journalist, the wonderful woman who makes me stop every 1/4 mile to 'capture the light'.
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