Mendo Boy

Just returned from a weekend trip up the coast to Fort Bragg/Mendocino. Let me interrupt my usual cynicism here for just a moment: It's so beautiful up there. It's literally like "Hey look, yet another awe-inspiring vista." How do the locals get used to it?

I'm from that area originally and have vacationed there a lot over the years, so I got the treat of showing Mendo-newbie Rachel around. We stayed in the Lodge at Noyo River in a suite that must have been half the size of our house. At night we drove down to Mendocino and walked around town and took in the sunset from the Headlands park, then we walked up to Cafe Beaujolais for dinner. Fan-frickin-tastic. Niman Ranch beef is the only thing that should be allowed to call itself "beef". Everything else is a pale imitator.

In the morning we went back to Mendocino and hiked around the beach. We drove back into town and Rachel had the run of the galleries while I hung back and people-watched. There's plenty of bums wandering around Mendocino so a Bay Area boy like myself felt quite at home. I guess, if you have to be homeless, you could do a lot worse than Mendocino.

We had to run back not long after that. I'm of the opinion that the best time to go back home is when you're still ready to stay longer, so you don't weary of the place.

Well, enough sweetness. I'm ready to take the piss outta something now. I've got a lot of free time this week to get cynical. I'll be back to form in no time.