Category Archives: Rose

West Point Inn on Mt. Tam

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Just north of the city of San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Bridge, is Mt Tamalpais.  And on the south side of that mountain is a rustic lodge called West Point.  Accessible only by hiking in, and with gas lights but no electricity, I do mean rustic.

Rose is a member, and hosted her 50th birthday party there under the full moon.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful place.

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Marin

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I was explaining to Buckman what the people in Marin are like. “They’ve all made huge amounts of money of course, in various corporate ways, but they really try to play it down. In fact, the easiest way to make someone around here very, very happy is to guess that they’re a retired schoolteacher.”. Buckman looked like he didn’t quite follow.

Rose’s friend sweetly offered Buckman and I a ride later that day, and as we hoped in, he gestured to his 7 year old and said, “My daughter and I were just discussing how many early hominoids we could name.”

He rattled off a few, including Lucy. To my credit I did manage Peking Man and Java Man before making the excuse that we needed to stop at the store.

“What do we need in here?” Buckman asked as we got inside.

“An advanced college degree, I think.”

“Um, SERIOUSLY.”

“Or at least some chewy foods to stall answering….”

I always find myself strangely happy in San Francisco.

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Maybe it’s the sparkly sidewalks.  Maybe it’s the cool breezes.  There’s a pretty good chance it’s the people.

Bug and Buckman and I will be road-tripping up in a few weeks, for nine whole lovely unhurried days.

I will be celebrating Rose’s birthday with her, at a lodge on top of Mt. Tam, under the full moon.  I’ll be celebrating the engagement of Zia and Lele at a shower thrown by their families.  (Remind me to tell you the story of Lele’s proposal, as related to me by Zia.  It will include the words “shaman” and “Mexico City.”)  And in between these two events, I’ll be prowling the city with my camera, and maybe prowling on Rose’s roof again with Little Nick.

Beaches and ferries and bookshops, oh my!

Family

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*driving through the middle of nowhere*

Nick – “Ten.”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Nine.”

Rose – “Hm?”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Eight.”

Rose – “What?”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Seven.”

Rose – “What?”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Six.”

Rose – “What?!” *looking around*

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Five.”

Rose – “WHAT?”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Four.”

Rose – “What is going on?”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Three.”

Rose – “WHATWHATWHAT?”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “Two.”

Rose – “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

Valancy Jane and Nick in unison – “One.”

Rose – *burps* “Oh.”