|EARLY MORN VIEW from my porch|
AS SUN COMES OVER THE MOUNTAIN
|FERNDALE IS KNOWN FOR ITS VICTORIAN HOUSES|
BUT I WAS MORE CAPTIVATED BY THE CEMETERY.
BELOW ARE PIX FROM THE WAY BACK.
youtube of, as the guy who made it said, this epic road...
Back "home," I was overcome by a feeling of homesickness for the New England coast where I was raised. It's my first summer without my mother, and with autumn slowly coming on...as Robert Frost said, "Nothing gold can stay."
Gail and Phil Franklin, owners of the Petrolia (aka Lost) Inn and its one fab "unit" (huge bedroom, sitting room, porched-in kitchen, and private garden) could not have been more accommodating. They gave me cucumbers, corn, basil and zucchini from their garden and told me to pick all the plums (small gold-red plums with golden-orange flesh) I wanted from the tree in the yard. Which, believe me, I did, when I wasn't skulking about foraging blackberries and wiping the juice on my pants. If you're ever up that way, you have to check them out!
Back to "the real world" tomorrow. Healdsburg is my next stop.
Thanks for not deserting me on my vacation...